"Why are you so interested in this?" he asks.
"Because it's an interesting phenomenon, don't you think?" you ask. "Unique to Arbor Isle."
"Yeah, maybe," he says. "I mean I guess so. But I don't know about what happens in other towns. All I know is that people here have been dead for years."
"Dying, you mean?" you ask.
"Whatever, they've been drowned and dismembered and maimed, and you know what, Casie put you up to this, didn't she?" Barry asks.
"No," you say, but he only snorts in response.
He's too drunk for you to be able to tell much. Maybe this is just a game for him. You can't really say.
"You said Sheriff Berlin wanted to search your boat," Addy says, looping back around to the thing that's on your mind too.
"Yeah, what reason would she have to suspect your dad of anything?" you ask.
Barry glares at Addy and then you. "I think you ought to be heading home now."
"It sounded like an epic story," you say, trying to play to his urge to brag.
You watch him squirm, fighting his inclination towards boasting because of that little voice that must be telling him his big mouth is about to get him in trouble again.
"Tell you what," he says. "You've got friends, right?"
You already don't like where this is going.
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