Regret, grief, horror, all the things I feel look down the dock. This is the first time the cops have left the dock since the murder happened. Watching waiting for the murder to kill again. I haven’t been able to come here in months, but they say it’s safe now. My brother was the last victim, I wanted to visit. I walk toward the ladder, I feel the my body weighing me down, like kicking, pulling, resisting. I can’t hear anything, there’s a loud screaming in my head, yelling at me to stop, turn back. I keep pulling against the weight, I throw myself into the water, this is where they found every body the last year. I think of my brother, my hands shake in the water, it seems like the water is alive thrashing around me. As I think of my brother, my hands steady, the screaming stops, the pulling slows, the water calms. I gaze into the water and my eyes meet cold empty eyes of the dead. My hands loosen from around his neck, I drag his cold dead body onto the deck. The sea has claimed another.