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" PETTY I SLOWED TO a limp at the crest of the hill, above the tailings pond. There sat the Taurus, parked and running, throwing billowy fumes into the air. I couldn’t swallow, my throat was so dry. I had to recover, and quick. My eyeballs felt as if they’d shrunk and my field of vision was narrowed almost to the point of blindness. I rubbed them and gasped for air, trying to determine if Mitch or Dekker were in the car. It appeared to be empty. Where were they? At the bottom of the slope, by the edge of the water, I saw two mounds of black, like two bears foraging slowly along the rocky ground. Was I hallucinating? But then I saw it was Mitch, dragging Dekker’s motionless body toward the deep lake. "
― L.S. Hawker , The Drowning Game
