Phil ran down the short dock.  Mark could see his flashlight bouncing.  The rain started to fall from the dark sky.  He used his arm to shield the rain from his eyes.  Phil ran back and held up another used syringe. “The rowboat’s gone.”

    “There’s a black Acura MDX up here,” Brody said at the same time.  “It’s Bradley’s mom’s car.”

    “BRADLEY?” shouted Mark into the storm.  “Where are you?” There was no response. His panic turned into fear.  “Where are the keys to the boat?” he asked Brody.

    “In the house,” Brody answered.  “I&...

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