They turned him over. They looked at him. "Dead," one of them said.
"Dead," she echoed. She would have collapsed, but they caught her.
hen the rain really came down, not as it had come before, which was hard enough. It came in huge globes of water and each globe was as big as your head and if it hit it could stun you.
"Slade?" someone cried as the globes exploded violently in the surf around them.
"He's dead. He'll keep."
And they went back to the helicopter with Marcia, to await the end of the storm there.
When it was over, when the sky was not black but merely the color of lead, they returned down the beach for Slade's body.
But Slade wasn't there.