What she means is the two police divers who had gone down to the wrecked barge first were murdered. I’m not aware of any witnesses to my being shot except Benton and the one who did it, Carrie.

“They believe I have your dive mask,” Lucy says.

“Do you?”

“Not exactly.”

“Not exactly?”

“The instant you activated the camera on your mask,” she says, “it began to live stream to a designated site.”

I think of Bermuda again. I think of Janet’s friend whom Lucy supposedly was seeing.

“What site?” I ask.

“We won’t get into that.”

“Now we’re up to two things you won’t tell me. The person you met in Bermuda and where the video was live streamed.”

“That’s right.”

“Well I’m not aware that anybody has my mask,” I add, and her answer is silence, and her house is very close now. “To my knowledge it’s never been found. The first priority of course was keeping me alive when they got me into the boat. Plus there was an underwater crime scene to work, a double homicide.”

I envision the two speared bodies in the hatch of the sunken barge, the police divers killed just moments before Benton and I took our giant stride off the boat. When I found them I knew I was next, and then Carrie appeared around a section of the rusting hulk. I hear the faint buzzing sound of her being propelled through the water toward me, and the clink of the first spear hitting my tank, then the shock when the second one impaled my thigh.

“There were bodies to recover in addition to any gear I might have lost after I was shot,” I remind Lucy. “It was hours before the sunken barge and the area around it were thoroughly searched, and I’ve always been told my mask was never found.” I keep saying that.

“But they know it existed,” Lucy replies. “They know about the mask you had on when Carrie supposedly attacked you. And that’s the problem. They were told about it.”

“Supposedly attacked?”

“That’s the way they look at it. Yes,” Lucy says. “They know there was a mini-recorder attached to your mask and that it might stand to reason the video captured on that dive was live streamed. Possibly to me. They would assume I was sitting somewhere with a device that was capturing everything happening to you.”

“Why would they assume such a thing?”

“Because they would.”

“There must be more of a reason than that.” I get an increasingly unsettled feeling. “Tell me what it is,” I say as the feeling is stronger, fluttering through my chest.