Great crimes had been committed, that much he knew. By all of them possibly, certainly by him. And by them, the others, known and secret, oh yes, by them most definitely. The water danced before him, green and white capped leading him to Langstone entrance and the way to home. He was tired, bowed down with great exhaustion in the gleaming chill. Great crimes had been committed, that much he knew. Celine declared with confidence that nothing could be done.
Oh God, he thought, if Deb is dead and Sam should die. Oh God.
"Understand?" he said. "I am not sure that I do."
And when at last they ran the forefoot on to mud, Celine gave way to tears.
The End