Merrick. I rolled the name around in my head. It suited him, this golden boy shrouded in mystery.
“You rescued me yesterday.” It was a statement not a question, but he nodded all the same. “Where did you come from?”
He stood suddenly and gestured to the rock I was sitting on. “May I?” he asked.
I nodded.
He leapt gracefully across the narrow piece of stream separating us and settled next to me.
“I was in the cave below the pool when I heard the gun shots and then a splash.”
“There’s a cave below the pool?” He nodded. “How deep is it?”
“Pretty deep”
I thought for a few moments, trying to work out the logistics of what he was telling me.
“So the rock forms a shelf under the overhang and you were there?”
“No, I was underwater,” he replied.
“You were diving?” I asked.
He shook his head, smiling.
“So there’s like a bubble of air down there?” I asked.
He shook his head again, his grin growing.
My mind twisted like a worm on a hook trying to find the logical explanation I knew should be there.
“There’s a cave below the pool that you were in but there’s no air?” I asked.
He nodded, grinning.
“So it’s an underwater cave?” I repeated.
He nodded again.
“You were in the cave when I fell. Did you have a scuba kit?” He looked at me blankly. “You know, one of those oxygen tanks and mouth pieces…” I trailed off, taking his blank expression as a no.
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