I gripped the edge of the photo until the plastic bent under my thumb.

“He told the deputy he swam sixty yards through the main eddy to get to her,” I said.

Frank took a second photo out of the sleeve and laid it flat next to the first.

“He never set one toe in the water,” Frank said.

We went out the back alley of the county building and drove four miles south to the Route 4 Diner.

The waitress put down two bowls of bean soup and a basket of crackers without a word.