Mysteries of the Mangrove

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 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 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 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 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…

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…

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…

The Atlantic was an unnerving shade of sapphire. Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes sat on the deck of the Calypso’s Ghost. This research vessel was currently bobbing in the infamous Sargasso Sea.…

The Executive Aviation Center was a small private airport tucked away on the edge of the Everglades. It was a picture of orderly efficiency usually. Lately its control tower had…

It was late February. The Holey Land Wildlife Management Area lived up to its name in the cruelest way possible. Usually a mosaic of wet prairies and marsh, the record…