He had done enough drills since Cole had been born to not panic when he dumped into the water, feeling that moment of disorientation about which way was up until his life jacket popped him up to the surface.
He gave the kayak a hard shove in the direction of the shore and then steeled his nerve for what he knew he had to do next.
Bill unbuckled the life jacket and let himself slip out of it. The slap and splash did their work, and the two flashlights on the boat lit him up. He heard the engine slow a little, and come towards him.
“I can’t swim!” Bill shouted, before slipping down below the waves. He didn’t have to try and act convincing. He had been able to tamp down his fear of the water enough to get into small boats, but had never been able to actually jump into a pool or lake without a life jacket on.
With a desperate kick of his feet, Bill broke the surface of the water. The motorboat was coming at him, but he couldn’t tell how close Sally was to shore.
He could hear the soldiers on the boat shouting to him as the water closed over him again.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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