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Mandy licked her lips. âWe were out on the river today, searching for a missing fisherman. We didnât find his body, but we found someone elseâs.â
Eyes widening with sick, dawning realization, Cynthia said, âOh, God. Who?â
âI wish I knew how to tell you this so it wouldnât hurt as much, but I donât, so Iâm just going to say it.â Mandy paused, her eyes already starting to burn with unshed tears. âIt was Faith. We found Faithâs body in the river.â
Cynthiaâs hand dropped. Her body crumpled, and her face with it. âNo. No. Not Faith.â
Mandy put an arm around her friendâs shoulders. âI saw her. I recognized her. It was Faith. Iâm really, really sorry, Cynthia.â
While she stared at Mandy in horror, tears welled up in Cynthiaâs eyes and overflowed down her cheeks. Her mouth dropped open, and out came a wail of pure misery. Starting softly, it rose in volume, growing into a howling scream that went on and on, raising the hairs on the back of Mandyâs neck.
Cynthia gulped in a breath and screamed again. And again, her hands stiffened into claws raised to the heavens.
Shaken by the depth of Cynthiaâs reaction, Mandy grabbed her friendâs shoulders and gave her a shake. âCynthia?â
Staring at her without seeing, Cynthia went on screaming.
Mandy gave her another shake. âCynthia.â
Finally, Cynthiaâs gaze focused on Mandy, and she collapsed against Mandyâs shoulders, deep sobs shaking her frame.
Mandy just held Cynthia and stroked her back and her hair, letting her tears soak into Mandyâs long-sleeved T-shirt until it stuck to her chest. Mandyâs own tears slid down her cheeks and dripped from her chin.
Mittens meowed plaintively and rubbed against her mistressâs legs, but Cynthia paid her no attention.
Finally, as the sobs subsided, Mandy gently extracted herself from Cynthiaâs clutches. She stood up and grabbed the tissue box next to the TV, took a tissue for herself, and brought the box to the sofa.
After snatching a couple of tissues, Cynthia wiped her face, and blew her nose. She dropped them onto the floor and repeated the process. Her face was blotchy red and swollen and looked awful.
Cynthia pulled Mandy down next to her. âTell me everything. Please.â
âAre you sure you can handle it?â
Cynthiaâs grip tightened on Mandyâs arm until it hurt. âYes, tell me.â
âI was the one who found her,â Mandy said, while loosening Cynthiaâs grip. âUnder the last huge boulder in Pinball Rapid.â
âDo you know how she died? If she drowned or if someone killed her and threw her in?â
âNo, we really donât know. Her body was bruised and scraped, but the river could have done that. I didnât see any large wounds, or a bullet hole or anything. Maybe the autopsy will tell us something.â
Cynthia gasped. âTheyâre going to carve her up?â
Mandy put her hands on her friendâs arms and gently rubbed them. âItâs not Faith anymore. Sheâs gone.â She sent up a silent prayer to her Uncle Bill, asking him to guide and comfort Faithâs soul on her journey, if that was possible.
âWhat did she look like, besides the bruises and scrapes?â
âShe looked peaceful, like she was sleeping. Her skin was so white and her hair was floating in the water, like a drowned princess or nymph or something. Beautiful, even though â¦â
Cynthia dabbed at fresh tears. âHer skin? What was she wearing?â
âUm, nothing, actually.â When Cynthia looked aghast, Mandy quickly added, âThatâs typical, though, for bodies found in the river. The rapids. They tumble the body. And â¦â Unable to find a delicate way to word it, Mandy shrugged. âThe clothes end up being torn off.â
âOh, God.â
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