An excerpt from a fascinating sounding story from Kassandra Lamb. Thank you, Marcia.
by Kassandra Lamb
A row of palm trees and tropical underbrush–with foliage Kate recognized from houseplants in Maryland–greeted her at the edge of the beach. She was about to step out onto the sand when she noticed a young man loading a canoe off to her right.
The predawn light made his movements seem furtive. He hefted a large gray sack and slid it into the boat.
Kate’s fertile imagination wondered if there was a body in that sack.
She’d had more than her share of adventures with corpses and wouldn’t mind if she never encountered one again, thank you very much!
The young man, a blond wearing a tropical shirt and swim trunks, leaned down to shove the canoe into the froth at the edge of the ocean. Then he climbed in and lifted a paddle to steer the boat further out into the surf. Once clear…
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