“Orval! The current’s got him!” Teasle splashed toward the cliff edge. He wiped his arm across his eyes, blinking to see in the rain. He couldn’t let himself go too near the edge—the current was too strong there. But God, he had to stop Orval. He slowed, groping closer, wiping his eyes. Lightning flashed. And there, distinct, bright, was Orval’s body flipping over the side. Then it was black again, and Teasle’s stomach heaved. Hot tears mixed with the cold rain on his face, and he screamed until his throat seized shut, “God damn those bastards, I’ll kill them for not helping!”
