It was a human arm. It was reaching out of the water, the skin of the hand as white as marble. And, deeper still, Judith could just make out the body. It was Stefan Dunwoody. And in the center of his forehead was a small black hole. A bullet hole. Judith staggered back, her hand going to her neck. She’d been right all along. Stefan Dunwoody, her friend, her neighbor, had been shot dead.
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