Tad looked over the edge of the boardwalk, still panting and flushed from his moment of anger, his hands clenched into fists at each side.
"No," he told Derby as he watched the breeze ripple the otherwise calm blue waters. "He can swim. He beat Justin's record around the buoy and back. And if by chance he hit his head on the rocks and died, it's an unfortunate accident, but certainly not my fault."
He turned so that his back was to the place where Jimmy had gone over the edge. "Let's go, Derby."