Submerged. Elizabeth Goddard
tight passage and into the room. He found her hunched over a mound, sobbing. Without thinking about his actions, he grabbed her shoulders and gently pulled her to her feet, turned her to him and into his arms.
Then he looked down at the body.
Ray and Mel had followed him in, and they tucked away their weapons as they stood over the remains of a person long dead. Adam barely registered their words. Cobie was in his arms, after all. He needed her there, again, and this time he wanted to protect her from the world. As if Adam could actually do that. She shuddered, and he ran his hand down her back, through her hair, comforting her.
“It’s hard to say how long the body’s been here,” Mel said. “Could have been months.”
Cobie gasped against his shoulder; he thought he could feel her warm breath seeping through his rain jacket and the layers beneath meant to keep him dry.
She swiped at her eyes, shook her head and pressed her hand on his shoulder. “Sorry about that. It’s just... It’s just...” Cobie covered her face.
He suspected she remembered the last time she’d sobbed into his shoulder—when she’d learned that Brad had died. At the time, she hadn’t known Adam’s part in his death. He wanted to say more to her, but they weren’t alone. Now wasn’t the time. Besides, he shouldn’t let his past feeling for her rise up like this. He shoved them down.
“Well, people,” Mel said. “Whoever this was could have drowned. The debris along the wall near the ceiling shows the previous flood line. Or this cave could be a crime scene now.”
“And we’ll treat it as such until we know different,” Ray said.
A thick knot, gnarled with pain and guilt, lodged in Adam’s throat. Adam and Brad had been in a cave when Brad drowned. That had been an accident. A foolish mistake, but an accident. He let his arms drop when Cobie moved away. He glanced up to the gunk left near the ceiling—the signature of a recent waterline—that Mel had pointed out. This cave had flooded at some point. Had the water washed the body here? Nausea roiled at the thought, at the sight of the body.
“Why do you say that?” Adam asked. “Couldn’t it have been an accident?”
“Do you think the same man who attacked Cobie killed this man?” Jen asked.
Ray shook his head, the light from his helmet swathing across the cave with his action. This stunning underground world was destroyed by the sight of death. “No way to know if this is related. But we can be sure this didn’t happen anytime recently.”
“You said this could be a crime scene.” Jared crossed his arms. “What makes you think this man was murdered? Like Adam said, couldn’t it have been an accident?”
“I can’t know for sure how he died. But he’s not wearing the equipment he would need to traverse this cave alone. There’s no flashlight or headlamp. I don’t think he came here alone. Someone came with him or forced him inside. Either way they left him here. Or he was washed up from another room.” Ray scraped a hand over his face. “Investigating this is going to be a mess. From this point on, touch nothing else.”
“Wait, are you saying we can’t map the cave?” Nate had garnered this opportunity from the Forest Service to begin with; he would feel this loss the most.
“That’s what I’m saying. Until we know more.”
To everyone’s surprise, Cobie bent down and lifted something from the body.
“Cobie, what are you doing?” Ray demanded. “Don’t touch anything.”
She held up a ring dangling from a chain, grief evident in her features. Instead of answering Ray, she looked at Adam and held his gaze as though the two of them were the only ones in the cave, in the world.
“These clothes, they’re what my father always wore. And he always wore this ring on a chain around his neck. It was my mother’s.”
Cobie’s words echoed against the cave walls as shock ricocheted through Adam’s core.
No one moved or spoke. Everyone stared at her. At the ring dangling from a chain, dancing in the light of multiple headlamps.
“You sure?” Ray took a step closer.
She closed her fingers around the ring, nodding in response. She hung her head, her quiet weeping now the only sound.
Adam wanted to go to her, but waited for Ray’s response.
“We’re going to need that for the investigation.” Ray gestured for Adam to comfort her.
Adam closed the short distance and put his arm around Cobie, drawing her near again, though he felt helpless to reassure her. Neither of them could have imagined this, the worst possible outcome. At the very least, it should have been Adam who found the remains so he could protect her from that image. Bad enough to learn her father was actually dead.
“Cobie.” Ray stood next to them, his voice gentle as he repeated his earlier words. “We’re going to need the ring and the chain for our investigation.”
Adam shared a look with Ray. They both knew she wouldn’t willingly release it. And sure enough, she held on all the tighter. Adam held her tighter, too, and eyed Ray. His friend backed off. He could get the ring later.
In the meantime, Adam would hold Cobie in his arms as long as she needed. For eternity, if necessary. Pressing her forehead against his chest, she clenched his jacket in her fists, along with the ring, and cried, angry sobs mixed with the deepest, soul-piercing sorrow and regret. Reminding Adam all over again of the day Brad had died.
He squeezed his eyes shut, held Cobie to him, afraid to let her go. Why, God? Why is this happening again?
Cobie had come for answers, and she’d gotten at least one. But finding her father like this created even more questions.
Before Adam realized what was happening, Laura and Jen pulled Cobie from his arms and into theirs, ushering her out of the small room where her father’s body had been found, and putting Adam in his place.
Just as well. He had no business attempting to comfort her. Her friends were more suitable for the task, so Adam buried his anguish and went to see how he could assist Ray and busy himself until this experience was behind him.
* * *
On the beach, Adam tossed his bag into Billy’s seaplane, which he’d maneuvered right up to the sand. After Adam placed Cobie’s bags inside, he turned and shook Billy’s hand.
“Thanks for coming on such short notice, man.”
“Not a problem.” Billy tugged on his Mountain Cove Air ball cap, his expression somber. “This isn’t out of my way, and even if it was, you know I’d come for you. I came back earlier to check on Cobie and saw she wasn’t alone, so left it at that.”
“I appreciate it. It’s not that I couldn’t leave with Gary, but—”
“You don’t have to explain.” Billy continued readying his plane to take Cobie and Adam back home.
Mountain Cove.
He hadn’t planned on going back until, well, Christmas. It had been hard enough to leave as it was. He’d finally worked up his nerve to explore the world outside Alaska, and losing his business to the fire had given him the perfect opportunity—freedom. He didn’t have a business to tie him down anymore.
And then today had happened.
His friends stood on the beach, talking to Ray and Mel. Cobie still huddled with Laura and Jen a few yards away, saying goodbye to her friends. She looked better. The color was back in her cheeks. Her friends had bolstered her, probably in a way Adam never could, so for that, he was thankful they’d come. Grateful they’d interfered