Paleolithic Lawyer (567)
Jeremy, son of the lion and the morsel known as the better half of Emerald Waters, dove deep into the dark mossy river. Ice cold waves of silt washed over his arms, torso, legs, and he swam deep, focused on one thing, and one thing alone. "I know it's here. All the research points to it! Those old tomes all corroborate the maps. If I can just hold on ..." Past weeds and plants for which he had no name, Jeremy swam. His strong, burly arms gave him swift passage through the muck, and as he lightly touched the bottom of the deep, something arrested his attention. Some small itching on his left shoulder. Twisting his head slightly, with his arms bold holding onto a slimy rock, Jeremy noticed a thin, reedy finger touch his Neoprene diving suit. Turning toward the digit, Jeremy held the finger - palm - wrist - arm - shoulder in view, as his gaze rose slightly. "Jeremy, wake up!" Jeremy shook his head. He'd been studying some meaningless case ... s...