Midnight swim?

As the police officer wrote out the tickets, Tony was shaking, partly with rage, partly with anxiety.

“You found my brother Terry?” he demanded of the policeman, who didn’t look up, merely carrying on writing out the tickets, but did manage to mutter “I ain’t saying nothing... sir!”

“What?” Tony barked. His anger didn’t faze the policeman, who clarified.

“I’m not at liberty to say sir. It’s a police matter.”

“It’s a fucking family matter... concerning my brother. Is he in the river?”

“All I can tell you sir is that anyone we find in that river won’t be swimming!”