"Hm? Look at this, then. Bloodstains on this rock, right? He's been here, at least."
"Under water?" Rifle butts probed but could not sound the inlet.
The woman's voice. "If he is hiding down below he'll have to come up for air."
"When? We gotta search this whole damn beach. Here, I'll just give the water a burst."
Casimir, sharply—"Don't be a fool. You won't even know if you hit him. Nobody can hold his breath more than three minutes."
"Yeah, that's right, Joe. How long we been in here?"
"One minute, I guess. Give him a couple more. Cripes! D'ja see how he ran? He ain't human!"
"He's killable, though. Me, I think he's just rolling around in the surf out there. This could be fish blood. A 'cuda chased another fish in here and bit it."
Casimir: "Or if his body drifted in, it's safely under. Got a cigarette?"
"Here y'are, Miss. But say, I never thought to ask. How come you come with us?"