They spent most Saturdays out in their rowboat drinking beer, smoking cigarettes, and reeling in bass. When the rains stopped, they used their boat to rescue the living and the floating dead. They were the ones who found Cole and Doll. Inside the Payne house on Candle Street, furniture, dishes, and silver picture frames holding sepia-colored photos bobbed lazily in the dark water. Overhead, the chandelier swayed, as if guided by an invisible hand. Vance, the larger of the twins, sat at the helm of the boat slowly ranging his eyes over the water. His twin, Preston, rowed the oars. “Hello! Hello, anybody here!” They called over and over in their baritone voices. “Up here!” Cole shouted back. Preston guided the boat to the staircase and Vance climbed out. The swell of water hit his six-foot frame at the chest. He grabbed hold of the banister and pulled himself up onto the remaining steps. On the landing, he sloshed down the corridor and entered the first room he came upon. “Hello?”
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