Before he left from where he pulled off the road, he had shone a spotlight toward the river, and there was nothing there. He crept down the road, following the fast current looking for the truck, anyone on the bank. Nothing. He could see how fast the current was moving and knew even sober, diving in there at night was a death wish. The entire way back to Justice’s home he kept telling himself Brent could fix it, he would fix it. Murdock had stopped twice and retched. Therefore, he felt numbingly sober as he pulled into Brent’s drive. The rain that was pouring helped him find even more sobriety as the cold drops landed on his adrenaline-soaked body. Still sick, but aware and somewhat clear-headed, he’d heard Brent yelling, and had taken off at a quick pace toward the shop. He wanted to get there before Brent had the chance to tell anyone Declan Rawlings had been there. No. No one needed to know they saw him or that his body was now at the bottom of the river. Brent would agree with him, he knew he would.
