This story started here. I was fairly sure that there were deputies on the island, which was one reason I fired the shot. Of course, it could have put me in a bad position, at least for a while, being … Continue reading
This story started here. The most immediate problem was that the dirt road I was on didn’t go to Heron House. It would eventually meet the road to Heron House, along with the road to the mainland and the road … Continue reading
This story started here. I heard the man take the box into the other cabin. There were no windows on that side of my cabin, so I couldn’t see him, but he couldn’t see me either. I quickly made sure … Continue reading
This story started here. When I was done searching the second cabin, I decided to have another serving of coffee and another sandwich while I considered my next move. It was late afternoon, starting to get darker (and even colder). … Continue reading
This story started here. I pulled out drawers and opened cabinets (all of which were mostly empty), including looking under shelf paper and under drawers. I was just looking, not looking for something specific, so I had to be as … Continue reading
This story started here. I drove across the marsh and onto Heron Island. Where the main road split into three, I took the one to the right. It went through thick trees, over bumps and gullies and thick roots, and … Continue reading