“Dead in the Water”: A Haunting Reminder That Your Past Will Always Find YouBy Jessica Ferri January 5, 2017
He thought he could start over … but violence is everywhere—even in small towns.
In Ted Wood’s dark mystery Dead in the Water, Detective Reid Bennett’s career was shattered one night when he stumbled upon a terrible crime and tried to stop it. Now, he’s starting over as the Chief of Police in the small Canadian town of Murphy’s Harbor—hoping for a clean slate.
But he’s in for a rude awakening when a body is discovered in a lake. Though it’s thought to be an accident, he can’t ignore the ‘coincidence’ when a second body is discovered—setting off a chain of mystery and suspense in this supposed sleepy town.
The first in the acclaimed Reid Bennett series, Dead in the Water takes readers on a thrilling ride through a man’s troubled past and a chain of death haunting a small town.
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Three of them were working on the girl. The biggest was zipping his fly and laughing while the other two took over, trying for the two-at-once trick.
I was off duty. My gun was locked in the safe at the station and I’d changed into plain clothes, so they didn’t even know I was a policeman. It wouldn’t have mattered to the big one, anyway. He went six-four, maybe two-eighty. He figured he was Superman. Until I stuck two fingers into his throat.
It could have ended there, with one dead, if the second one hadn’t come at me. I pinned him but the third one didn’t take the hint and so I had to break the arm on the one I was holding and put the third one down. He had a knife so I hurt him.
They arrested me. My own buddies from 52 Division. They apologized. “It’s for your own protection. If we don’t, the papers can tear you to shreds. This way they have to keep quiet.”
That was Inspector Anderson, Superintendent Anderson now. “It’s for your own good,” he told me again when I didn’t answer. “You’ll be out on bail in an hour and you’ll be acquitted. You have to understand, nobody likes a policeman who can kill people.”
He was right. I was acquitted, after the defense explained that I had been a Canadian volunteer in Vietnam and had been taught a lot of tricks you don’t learn at the police academy in Aylmer, Ontario.
But the morning after, the media took it up and the phone ills started. Then the garbage against the door of the house. I couldn’t understand at first what made the public take sides with a bunch of bikies working on a gang rape. But I worked it out as the days passed. It was me they resented. I’d broken faith with the liberals who were slamming me now. When I’d volunteered for service in the States, gone to a war their own guys were running to Canada to avoid, I’d put myself on the other side of some fence. If I’d stayed in northern Ontario and rotted my lungs out in the smelter at the nickel mine, they would have treated me like a brother. Only I didn’t, I chose violence, and now it was destroying me.
My wife took it for a week. I took it for three, going out every morning to see what new filth had been written on my car in spray paint, listening to the sneers of the drunks in my patrol area.
And then I gave them their badge back, and their gun, and looked for a different kind of work. Only it’s not easy to place yourself when your only real skill is putting people down so they stay down. And that’s why I ended up here, in Murphy’s Harbour, a resort town just within range of the weekend commuters from Toronto. Nothing violent happens here.
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