His mind raced through calculations that had nothing to do with her medical condition.She was a scientist, trained to observe and analyze.Already her breathing was steadying, her awareness returning as the immediate shock of near-drowning faded.Soon, she would begin asking questions about ice conditions that had appeared solid for hours before suddenly failing.Her analytical nature would lead her to investigate, to research, to potentially discover patterns that could expose thirty years of careful work.
Jennifer struggled to sit up, her movements still clumsy from hypothermic disorientation but showing encouraging signs of recovery.She looked up at him with eyes that held nothing but gratitude and trust—the same expression that had sustained him through decades of orchestrated heroic failures, but now it felt different.More immediate.More real.
"Are you hurt anywhere else?"he asked, maintaining the professional demeanor that had served him well through countless emergency situations.
"I don't think so," Jennifer replied, her voice growing stronger."Just cold.That water—I've never felt anything so freezing."
As she spoke, David noticed her glancing around the scene with the systematic attention of someone whose training had taught her to document and analyze.Her eyes lingered on the hole in the ice where she'd fallen through, studying the edges with scientific curiosity that made his chest tighten with anxiety.
"The ice failure," she said, her analytical mind already beginning to process the incident."It was so sudden.I'd been working on this spot for hours, and there were no signs of weakness."
David felt his pulse accelerate as Jennifer's scientific training kicked in despite her compromised physical condition.She was exactly what he'd feared—too intelligent, too observant, too likely to investigate inconsistencies that might lead to dangerous conclusions.
"Ice can be unpredictable this time of year," he said carefully."Temperature changes affect structural integrity in ways that aren't always visible."
But even as he spoke, David could see Jennifer processing his explanation with the systematic doubt that made her effective as a researcher.She wasn't simply accepting convenient answers—she was testing them against evidence, looking for logical consistency.
The wind had picked up across Lake Superior's frozen expanse, carrying the promise of another harsh winter night.They were alone on the ice, isolated from any potential help or witnesses.The nearest shore was over a quarter mile away, invisible in the darkness except for the distant glow of Duluth's harbor lights.
Jennifer attempted to stand, her legs shaking from more than just the cold."I should get back to shore," she said."Report this incident to the university safety office.They'll want to review ice conditions for future research expeditions."
The words confirmed David's worst fears.Jennifer Hayes wasn't going to simply accept her near-death experience as a random accident and move on with her life.She was going to study it, investigate it, potentially discover evidence of artificial manipulation that could connect to other suspicious incidents around Lake Superior.
David's hands moved with practiced efficiency, but not toward rescue equipment this time.Instead, he positioned himself between Jennifer and her path back to shore, his movement subtle but deliberate.
"Dr.Hayes," he said quietly, his voice carrying a gentleness that somehow made her feel more vulnerable than the freezing water had."I'm afraid I can't let you do that."
Jennifer's eyes widened as she heard the change in his tone, understanding flooding through her as the pieces assembled themselves into a terrifying picture.The man who had just saved her life was now blocking her escape, and his expression held something that transformed his entire presence from salvation to threat.
"You," she whispered, backing away from him across the slippery ice surface."You knew the ice was going to fail."
David nodded slowly, genuine regret crossing his features."I made a mistake.I was supposed to find your body tomorrow morning, another tragic accident on Lake Superior.Instead, I saved you too quickly."
Jennifer tried to run, but her waterlogged clothing and weakened condition made flight impossible on the treacherous surface.David moved with the calm efficiency of someone trained in water rescue, using those same skills now for a darker purpose.
"Please," Jennifer gasped, struggling against his grip as he guided her back toward the opening in the ice."Please don't do this."
"You thanked me," David said, and Jennifer could hear genuine emotion in his voice even as his actions remained relentlessly purposeful."When I pulled you from the water, you looked at me like I was a hero.”
The water closed over Jennifer's head as David held her beneath the surface with professional competence.Through the ice, she could see his face looking down at her, his expression carrying authentic sorrow even as he ensured her death with methodical precision.
Jennifer's struggles grew weaker as hypothermia and drowning combined to shut down her body's systems.The terrible irony wasn't lost on her, even as consciousness faded—she was dying at the hands of the man whose skill had briefly saved her life.
David held his position until her struggles ceased entirely, ensuring that Lake Superior claimed another victim for its endless roster of tragedies.When he finally released Jennifer's body, she sank into the dark water that had claimed thousands of others over the lake's long history.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The call came through at eight-fifteen PM, just as Isla was reviewing the forensics report from Helen Rodriguez's murder for the third time, searching for details that might connect David Kucharski more definitively to the artificially weakened ice.Sullivan's name on her phone screen sent adrenaline flooding through her system before she even answered—calls this late usually meant another body, another crime scene, another opportunity for their suspected killer to demonstrate his heroic dedication to saving lives.
"We've got another one," Sullivan said without preamble, his voice carrying the grim familiarity of someone who'd delivered this news too many times in recent days."Lake Superior, about three miles east of yesterday's scene.Dr.Jennifer Hayes, marine biologist.She went through the ice during a research expedition."
Isla was already reaching for her coat, the forensics report forgotten as she processed the implications.Three victims in two days, all involving artificially weakened ice, all within David Kucharski's patrol area.The pattern was becoming impossible to dismiss as a coincidence, but it was also escalating beyond anything she'd anticipated when this investigation began.
"Kucharski?"she asked, though she suspected she knew the answer.
"On scene.Pulled her from the water himself this time, went in after her when his surface equipment couldn't reach her.Paramedics are treating him for hypothermia and exposure injuries."Sullivan's voice carried something that might have been admiration or suspicion—in their current investigation, those emotions were becoming increasingly difficult to distinguish.
The drive through Duluth's frozen streets felt interminable despite the lack of evening traffic.Isla's mind raced through possibilities as she navigated the snow-covered roads leading to the lakefront, each theory more disturbing than the last.If Kucharski was their killer, his decision to enter the water himself represented a dramatic escalation in his performance—or a genuine mistake that had forced him to adapt his methodology in real time.
