Holly told Zack, pointing. “I don’t see Cassie,” he said, his eyes passing over the water. “Maybe she went ahead to give the little ghosts a heads-up,” Holly speculated. “Let’s hope so,” he mused. “Hey, we’re here.” He steered the dinghy away from deep water to the shallows near the shore. Holly could see the sudden differentiation in color between the water depths. Since she had never anchored here to explore the area, she glanced around worriedly. She had no idea where it was safe to walk. She had no idea where the little bodies were submerged, either, but knew they had to be close by. Holly was brought back from her thoughts when Zack jumped out of the boat and began tugging it toward shore. To her surprise, he was standing in ankle deep water one second, and was in waist high water the next. He was startled by the sudden depth change, lost his footing, and fell backward. He rose, expecting to gain purchase on the lake bottom, but dropped like a rock into deep water instead.
