Yeah, he had this in control. While there was a pull of some water, telling him that there was a bit of a rip current nearby this place, too, it was nothing Michael couldn’t handle.
When his feet hit the bottom, he could feel something under his toes through the aqua socks.
Crouching down, he used his hands and a little waterproof light to shine on the items.
That’s when he saw bones.
Oh, this was going to be easy, and he couldn’t wait to get it done.
Gently, he picked one up, and it appeared to be a femur bone. It was long, and a little heavy to the touch. Pushing off from the bottom, he went up, and broke water to get the bone to the tarp.
His breath left puffs of condensation in the air as he stroked his way to the side of the lake.
Did it get colder outside?
Finding the ledge, he got his bearings and placed the bone on the tarp.
“Let’s see what else I can find,” he said, not noticing the mist that was rolling ominously over the other side of the lake or how the sun was tucked behind the clouds.
Yeah, someone was ignoring the signs.
The wind was picking up, and the water rippled with…something.
When Michael finally noticed, he looked around, and took in the scene.
There had to be a storm coming in.
That had to be it.
Instead of taking what Finn said to heart, he decided to go back down to get more of the victim. The sooner this was done, the sooner he could make breakfast for Graham, and sit down with him to talk.
As he sank down, he grabbed the next bone he could get his hands on, and it was the skull. His fingers went into the eye sockets, and he was able to get a grip of it that way.
As soon as he held it, fish swam out of it, scurrying away to save themselves. That’s when Michael moved up through the water.
At the surface, he moved the skull to the tarp, and stared into the eyeless face of the skull.
It was creepy.
To stare into the green, algae-covered skull and not be a little freaked out was odder. While he’d stared into death a few times in his life, once when he was shot saving Graham, and once when he was shot saving Christopher Leonard, that didn’t make it less scary.
Death was no one’s friend.
As the skull was saved, Michael wanted to haul ass. The skull was important. Blue Bennett would be able to give the victim a face back, and they might have the answers they needed.
Like who had been dumped in the lake.
A part of him hoped it wasn’t Ciarán. He hoped that he didn’t get put here for his watery grave.
That.
Would.
Suck.
Because there were more bones, Michael continued and dove a few more times, grabbing handfuls of bones in his hand to bring up.
Some were inches long, and some weren’t.
