They Never left: The Median Migration
The hum of high speed traffic vibrated through the metal guardrails of Florida’s Turnpike just south of the exit for Kissimmee. Standard sedans and tourist filled minivans streaked past at…
The Serpent in the Shallows
The heavy afternoon downpour had just tapered off, leaving the air at the edge of the Everglades thick and suffocating. Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes adjusted his canvas pack and stepped carefully…
The Subterranean Frequency: Enter Penelope Vance
The neon lights of the Swap Shop drive in theater flickered against the heavy Fort Lauderdale twilight, casting long shadows across the rows of parked cars. Monty Tiberius Beauregard Hayes…
Static on the Shoreline: The Beachfront Broadcast Breakdown
The immediate threat above the Atlantic had dissipated, but Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes was not celebrating. The spectrum analyzer in his hand began to register a secondary spike. It was a…
The Sky Over the Shore: Monty and the Signal Ghost
The roar of twin engines rattled the windows of the beachfront hotels along A1A. Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes stood on the sand near Sunrise Boulevard. He was far from the VIP…
The Astral Surgeon: Monty and the Clinic of Curiosities
The scent of sterilizing alcohol and burning sage filled the air of a nondescript apartment in West Palm Beach. Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes sat on a faded velvet chair. He watched…
The Echo of the Stones: Monty and the Lusca’s Reach
The transition from the dry, red dust of Utah back to the humid, salt-crusted air of the Caribbean was a relief to Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes. He sat on the deck…
The AI Connection in Void Canyon
The transition from the dripping humidity of the Fakahatchee Strand to the arid high altitude desert of Sanpete County, Utah, was jarring. Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes stepped out of the rental…
The Garden of Stone Conclusion: The Flattery Gambit and Utah Map
Gator Gabe reached for his sidearm but Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes placed a firm hand on his shoulder. Monty had read the reports of a certain investigator from Wales. He knew…
Incident in the Garden of Stone
The air in the remote corner of the Fakahatchee Strand was thick with the scent of wild vanilla orchids and something much older. Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes was following up on…