Author: Carlos M. Fonseca

The body was found at five-thirty of a dark March morning, hanging head down in a tree, ten feet from the ground. There was a small, clean bullet hole in the back of the head, but there was no blood visible. It had been washed away, all of it, and even the garments that covered the cold limbs were dripping wet. <br><br> Raging flood waters…an isolated island…and a nude murderer at large in the storm! - Summary by The Narrator