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Clothes neatly folded beside an empty wine bottle, the first victim's found floating face down the next morning in the weeds, dragonboats, moored fifty yards off the boulder-strewn shore, now forever out of reach.
Even if he'd made it, where could he have gone without a key to unlock the boat from its buoy, without a paddle, let alone a partner to help steer?
The second set of clothes provide a clue to the provocation -- perhaps. Even so, it's another day before his buddy is discovered tangled deeper in the weeds.
The scuba diver has to unsheath his knife to avoid entanglement himself.
Still, the knotty question: suicide or death by misadventure?
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