Chapter One

The scream echoed in the glade, its sound waves trembling in the humid Everglades air like sonar in water. The location of the scream proved difficult to pinpoint. The magnifying effect of a dense overgrowth of palms and cypress and the reflecting surface of the canal in front of him bounced the sound, playing tricks with his ears.

Logan Rivers grimaced and threw his half-eaten sandwich overboard. So much for a quiet lunch of solitary reflection and tuna on wheat. He tried to get a fix on direction as he poled his airboat back off its cypress knees perch. His best guess told him left and he pushed forward up the canal. The giant propeller in its roll cage of aluminum bars sat cocked and ready, but silent…

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