Elizabeth Goddard - Submerged

“It’s hard to say how long the body’s been here,” Mel said. “Could have been months.”

Cobie gasped against his shoulder; he thought he could feel her warm breath seeping through his rain jacket and the layers beneath meant to keep him dry.

She swiped at her eyes, shook her head and pressed her hand on his shoulder. “Sorry about that. It’s just... It’s just...” Cobie covered her face.

He suspected she remembered the last time she’d sobbed into his shoulder—when she’d learned that Brad had died. At the time, she hadn’t known Adam’s part in his death. He wanted to say more to her, but they weren’t alone. Now wasn’t the time. Besides, he shouldn’t let his past feeling for her rise up like this. He shoved them down.

“Well, people,” Mel said. “Whoever this was could have drowned. The debris along the wall near the ceiling shows the previous flood line. Or this cave could be a crime scene now.”

“And we’ll treat it as such until we know different,” Ray said.

A thick knot, gnarled with pain and guilt, lodged in Adam’s throat. Adam and Brad had been in a cave when Brad drowned. That had been an accident. A foolish mistake, but an accident. He let his arms drop when Cobie moved away. He glanced up to the gunk left near the ceiling—the signature of a recent waterline—that Mel had pointed out. This cave had flooded at some point. Had the water washed the body here? Nausea roiled at the thought, at the sight of the body.

“Why do you say that?” Adam asked. “Couldn’t it have been an accident?”

“Do you think the same man who attacked Cobie killed this man?” Jen asked.

Ray shook his head, the light from his helmet swathing across the cave with his action. This stunning underground world was destroyed by the sight of death. “No way to know if this is related. But we can be sure this didn’t happen anytime recently.”

“You said this could be a crime scene.” Jared crossed his arms. “What makes you think this man was murdered? Like Adam said, couldn’t it have been an accident?”

“I can’t know for sure how he died. But he’s not wearing the equipment he would need to traverse this cave alone. There’s no flashlight or headlamp. I don’t think he came here alone. Someone came with him or forced him inside. Either way they left him here. Or he was washed up from another room.” Ray scraped a hand over his face. “Investigating this is going to be a mess. From this point on, touch nothing else.”

“Wait, are you saying we can’t map the cave?” Nate had garnered this opportunity from the Forest Service to begin with; he would feel this loss the most.

“That’s what I’m saying. Until we know more.”

To everyone’s surprise, Cobie bent down and lifted something from the body.

“Cobie, what are you doing?” Ray demanded. “Don’t touch anything.”

She held up a ring dangling from a chain, grief evident in her features. Instead of answering Ray, she looked at Adam and held his gaze as though the two of them were the only ones in the cave, in the world.

“These clothes, they’re what my father always wore. And he always wore this ring on a chain around his neck. It was my mother’s.”

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