She told them where. She didn’t tell them why.
So well spoken. You could hardly believe what she’d done.
She admitted her injuries weren’t from the man in the balaclava but from the barmaid. Swore it was self-defence, an accident.
She said they might find her in the blowhole – although it would be more accurate, what was left after so many months being battered by seawater.
A few tatters of material, bones, hair. Fragments. Hardly a person.
The team gather the equipment ready to descend at low tide. It is a beautiful day.