Hearsay On The Waterway の小説・ストーリー

And lying there, panting, she would hear the distant toot of a boat on the bay. Reality: the howling bus as it accelerated. “Now, now, now,” Sarah said. Whoever’s driving that car is going to see the blood. It’s impossible not to. We’re saved. It came at them faster and faster. But unknown to the passengers, the water from the windshield wipers had filtered down and washed away much of that blood. There were still long slivers of gore decorating the grill, only much of it had dried and gone sticky, covered now in a blanket of dust. Nobody would see it. Not at that speed. Not on a day like this, when it everything conspired against those on Route 243.

All the more important they complete their mission, draw the floaters down to the basin where, hopefully, Will Tagget and Bill Drummond and that fucking slop Foley could finish them. A thump shook the barge. He tightened his grip on the tiller as the craft jittered on its central axis. He backed off the throttle till he got her straightened. “What was that?” Patsy shouted. “Dunno,” he said, sweeping his gaze over the dark water. He saw them the same time Dewey called out. “Floaters!” “I see them.”

The faint sound of flowing water came from all directions, like a mysterious whisper. "Did you guys hear anything?" Praewa asked softly. She felt like she heard a faint sound that wasn't water, but a voice trying to say something. "The whispers... it's coming from the tanks," Gawin murmured. He remembered the rumors also mentioned these whispers. "No way! I don't hear a thing," James replied, rubbing his temples. "Are you guys trying to prank us?" Miki turned to James. "You still don't believe this, James? This is real now!"

“Did you see the license plate?” “No,” Harrow said. “He covered it.” “Did you see the man’s face?” she asked. “A bit,” he said. “He had a mole on his cheek. He was not young. Thick voice. He moved like a man used to doing things fast.” “Keep your answers like that,” Ms. Alvarez said. “Short. Specific. If they ask about what happened after, you say you watched the van leave. If they ask about hearsay, you say you only report what you saw. One sentence.”

I think I prefer even ‘Hot Stuff” to ‘ma’am. The boat has reached a small dock on the other side of the bay. We can just barely see the tiny figures of our comrades quickly disembarking onto the platform and then rushing to the shore. We don’t hear any gunfire from over there, which is a very good sign. The boat backs away from the dock, then swings around and begins the return trip to Alcatraz to pick us up.

As the recording continued, she began to cry. “...Later they told me to rewrite the record and remove the section about the change in surgeons. I refused to sign it. The next day I was called into a meeting and told my attitude was a problem...” I paused the recording. Around the room, reporters scribbled notes. Others had already started recording video. A figure rose from the last row. It was Ethan. “All of this is hearsay.” His voice rang across the room. “A handwritten note from a retired nurse and a recorded statement made twenty years after the fact have no evidentiary value whatsoever.”

Jordan said. "Mr. Quinn, if you cannot control yourself, I will have you removed from these proceedings and we will continue without you," Judge Crenshaw said sternly. "Mr. Jordan, this is not a trial. Your objection is noted. I will keep in mind that what Mrs. Kumms has just said is hearsay at this point." "Your Honor," Mr. Smithers said. "I assure you that I will present evidence to disabuse anyone of an accusation of unsubstantiated hearsay."

The island was behind us now‚ getting smaller by the second‚ and ahead there was nothing but endless blue water meeting the sky at a line so clean it looked painted. After a few minutes he eased off the throttle and the boat slowed to a gentle cruise. The roar of the engine softened to a low purr and suddenly I could hear everything again. The water lapping against the hull. The wind rustling through my hair. Seabirds calling somewhere overhead. "You're insane‚" I said‚ pushing my wet hair out of my face. "You know that‚ right? Certifiably insane." "You loved it." "I did not." "Your smile says otherwise."

“Did the police pull it out of the river?” My chest tightens. “I… don’t know.” Adrian’s voice becomes very quiet. “They didn’t.” Both of us turn toward him. Marcus frowns. “What do you mean?” Adrian taps another file on the tablet. A police report appears. Marcus leans closer. “Oh.” He reads the line slowly. “Vehicle presumed destroyed due to water impact.” My stomach drops. “They never recovered it?” Adrian shakes his head. “No.” Marcus exhales. “That’s… extremely suspicious.”

Not stronger. Softer. It carried something with it. A sound. At first I thought it was birds singing somewhere beyond the clouds. Then I listened more carefully. It wasn't music. It was... voices. Very faint. Almost impossible to hear. Like someone whispering from far away. Aria stopped at the helm. "You hear it too?" Everyone nodded. The whispers drifted around the ship, carried by the breeze. No words were clear. Only feelings. Wonder. Hope. Longing. Noah closed his journal.