I think back to what Benton said after it happened. Carrie loves to degrade and humiliate. She batted me around like a catnip mouse and is probably still laughing about it. He explains when she looks at me what she really sees is herself and her eventual response. Will she run? Or will she rip me open? Was the plan to weaken me first? And finish me off later?

“What I want you to look at carefully is the image of her when you could see her pointing the spear gun.” Lucy reaches for the phone. “I’m sorry I can’t put this up on a big screen. But you’re going to see what I’m talking about. A very important detail that’s not noticeable in the video before I cleaned it up.”

She returns the phone to us, and in the display is the blurry shape of Carrie when I first saw her come around the side of the wreck. I remember her looking me in the eye as she lifted the spear gun and fired. SPIT. And then a CLANK as I whirred around and the spear hit my tank. Lucy looks over my shoulder and points.

“There. Take a good look at the spear gun. Do you see what I do?” she asks me.

“I don’t know. It just looks like a spear gun.”

“It’s actually a railgun, a long one, at least three and a half feet and intended for big game.” She touches the screen with two fingers, enlarging the image. “But look what else. Watch her cock the gun. You can barely make it out but watch her arms, her hands pulling back toward her chest.”

She replays several seconds of the video to show us. And it’s murky and blurry but I see what she means.

“There. She has two rubber power bands but is using only one,” Lucy explains. “That makes it easier and quicker to reload. But for a gun this big it’s not enough firepower if she wants the necessary velocity, and you can bet when she shot the two police divers she used both rubber bands. But not with you,” she says to me.

“She could have killed you and Benton,” Donoghue decides. “She was fast and armed and the two of you were neither. But for some reason she allowed you to live. Is it possible, Kay, that you’ve assumed she won’t kill you? Knowing what you do about her? And after a spate of her horrific murders? And yet you felt it was fine to go diving in that location?”

“I was simply doing my job.” It’s the only answer I have, and yet I realize it’s not an honest one.