The police were shocked. A body, a man planted into the pond head first. His motionless legs stick out as the torches shine around him. A plaited rope wrapped around the man’s ankle and men try to heave him up. The clouds start to turn grey and it starts pouring down buckets of rain. I put my hands into the mucky water and grab tightly onto the rope to help. Sweat trickles down my spine as I heave harder and harder. Finally he comes to the surface, there was no blood anywhere to be seen, but he was for sure dead.