“And you didn’t try to revive him?” Reeves asked.
“No. I could tell he was dead with all that blood.” Chad looked away. “I always heard not to disturb a crime scene. And the truth is, I don’t know how to swim.”
The lieutenant stopped writing and looked at Chad as though he were stupid. Maybe he was. “You don’t know how to swim?”
“I never learned. I could probably do that dog paddle thing if I had to, but not much else.”
“Why do you have a pool?”
“I liked the house and it came with it.” Chad shrugged. “And friends and family like it.”
“So you called the police immediately?”
As soon as I stopped screaming. “Yes.”
Reeves flipped through his notebook, scanned something, and then peered back at Chad. “According to Magdalena, she last saw Walters at around one o’clock. She vacuumed and t
