The Great Easter Bunny Heist - Part 9 Cara Putman

Richard groaned as a swift kick connected with his stomach. He resisted the need to gulp in air, knowing the water would overwhelm him if he didn't break the surface.

He scissor-kicked away from the swimmer, surfaced long enough to suck in air, and then surface-dove after the man. The swimmer's strokes slowed, the effect of the high waves battering him. Richard slowly pulled closer, taking an angle to avoid getting kicked again. He had to get this person.

That explosion couldn't have been an accident.

No it seemed like a convenient way to hide another body. If it was that poor Mrs. Candy, Richard could only imagine what Ellie would do. She seemed to genuinely like the woman. And if she'd been so involved in the community, Richard would like to know why that changed when J.J. arrived. Made him think J.J. kept close tabs on his aunt. He tired to shake the cynical thought. didn't help that the nephew appeared to be the one who stole the egg. That stupid egg...each time he got close, a bizarre series of events like today's erupted.

Could the crazy thing be cursed?

He shook the thought off and stretched. One more stroke and he'd have whoever had jumped free of the exploding boat. Richard reached and almost grabbed the black fabric. Wait. Was that a wet suit? Then this had definitely been a premeditated swim!

A shrill scream pierced the air, and his grasp slipped from the swimmer in front of him. He turned his head and saw Ellie gesturing frantically to his right. That's where the swimmer was.

Richard turned back and saw a bubbling mass poke above the surface. The next thing he knew, the swimmer disappeared. He dove, but couldn't spot him in the murky water.

Ellie gunned the boat and brought it next to him. "What was that?"

Richard pulled himself onto the boat and lay on the deck a moment. "I don't know, but we'd better head after it."