Officer Bozwick crossed his arms in front of his chest and tilted his head to the side as he considered Morgan’s attempt to push back against them.
“Until you came back...” Uncle Bill began. “It looked like murder.”
“It looked like that to me too,” he murmured.
“What?” his uncle asked, jolting in his seat.
Morgan jumped a little as the commotion started. He couldn’t help but catch the gaze of each and every person in the boat, except for Liia’s.
“What?” he parroted. Morgan’s concern deepened as he realized what he named the moment as.
“Who? Who was there?” Uncle Bill demanded.
“No one.”
“It can’t be no one!”
“There was no one there, Uncle Bill,” Morgan defended himself. “I can’t tell you how I woke up at the bottom of the ocean but there wasn’t anyone there when I surfaced.
