It slid out of his palm and thudded heavily on the cracked sidewalk.
Danniels shrugged and grinned and moved unsteadily away. Towards the lake.
The lake looked gray and winterish.
There was no help for it.
Danniels swung his leg over the rust-spotted railing and looked down to where the water lapped at crumbling bricks blotched with green. He peered out over the water. Only a few miles to the beach where he had left the car parked in the undergrowth. He would have preferred to use the little sub, but he could swim it if he had to.
The surface below showed clearly in the globe lights.
Danniels dived.
Before he hit the water, he remembered that he should have taken off some of his clothes.
When he parted the icy foam with his body, he knew he had committed suicide. And he realized that that had been what he intended to do all along.