The bars closed up on Lake Woesong very late, and Luther was the last one out of the last bar. He couldn't help but notice a yellow light circling over a cruiser and a fire truck nearby and grim guys at the water's edge, pulling nets.
"Wha'cha doing?" asked Luther.
"Looking for a drowned man," responded one of the deputies.
"Oh," said Luther, and trudged on along the shore. Stopped. Thought a minute. Turned.
"Wha'cha want one for?"