It boiled furiously, covering twice the area he knew it usually did. He and Simon had come here to fish. The day they’d gone fishing, this creek had been a quiet, peaceful, silvery stream meandering tranquilly through the woods. Now, it looked like a wild river. He and Simon had walked across it, using stepping stones to keep their feet dry. Not tonight. Tonight, the only way Ernie Dodd was going to cross this treacherous body of water to reach Molloy was to swim it, and he was not the greatest swimmer. Ernie remembered how his father was always singing those corny old love songs about swimming the deepest ocean, climbing the highest mountain, to get to the person you loved. Ernie liked the sound of his father’s voice, but he was a little too cynical to think much of the lyrics. Now, it struck him that maybe they weren’t so stupid, after all. Because he was going to swim across this creek to reach Molloy. There was no other way. That was a killer up there with her, not just some annoying little creep.
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