“We seen him come outta the woods, and Anthony went up to him. I stayed back a little bit, and off to the side, just like we’d been trained. You know, don’t get in each other’s way. But the path was pretty tight, so I had to get closer than I’d’ve liked. He had a distant lost look . . . I thought he was just a boater who’d gotten stranded. You know, that happens sometimes. Ain’t too many people fool enough to get that far out on the lake without a proper boat, but it happens. Maybe he’d come ashore and not anchored his boat right, and it’d drifted off. He looked like the kind of guy that’s normally neat, but his shirt and pants were wrinkled, and he had stubble on his cheeks—and a well-trimmed beard, so he hadn’t been there too long. 