'There's enough cars down there to fill a used car lot. 'Well, it's no body, that's for damn sure.' 'Hey, Wendell,' McCoy answered, swallowing the bile that rose at the thought of what Wendell's hook was about to bring up. 'Hey, Tyler.' The words came crackling from McCoy's radio. They'll hope until you make them identify his body in the morgue.' Hutchins dragged on the cigarette, let out the stream of smoke on a sigh. They were drinkin' and foolin' around and the kid wrecks his jet ski. I swear t'God, Hutch-how can parents hold out hope like that? Those other boys told it clear enough. 'They're still hoping we'll find him alive somewhere. McCoy focused on the boat slowly pulling the grappling hook across the lake floor. Not my favorite task, either, but you have to learn to break the bad news.' 'I suppose I'll need to tell the parents when it's over.' I expect to pull another couple out of the lake before the whole season's over.' 'Kids don't ever 'know better.' You'll get used to that, too. Might as well not starve.' He threw a sympathetic glance at the green face of his newest recruit. 'Because I won't feel like eating when they pull out that kid. He finished the rest of his doughnut with the even keel of the veteran sheriff he was. Hutchins looked out at the placid morning calm of Douglas Lake, thought about the body they'd inevitably pull out and the stupidity of the waste. How the hell can you possibly eat at a time like this?' The Warner Books name and logo are trademarks of Hachette Book Group, Inc. Visit our Web site at An AOL Time Warner Company No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.

Don't Tell by Karen Rose