Mysteries of the Mangrove

Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes squinted at the unsettling sight before him. It was a Key deer, alright, but not like any he’d ever seen. Its eyes were milky, its gait unsteady,…

Back at his slightly mildewed Fort Lauderdale office – a converted spare bedroom crammed with blurry photos, questionable artifacts, and enough EMF readers to power a small disco – Monty…

The air hung thick and heavy, a damp blanket woven with the insistent drone of unseen insects. Even Monty’s trusty industrial-strength bug spray, a concoction he swore by (and occasionally…