Duke would assure him that his best was plenty, but he was busy trying not to freak out as they pulled closer.

That was definitely looking more and more like a human arm. Wearing a glove. Sticking out of one of three plastic wrapped forms floating just under the water.

And that was definitely a tattoo on the forearm of that human arm.

"Well," he said, swallowing thickly. "I think we just found Jordan."