Author: Shane Hammer

Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes traded the profound stillness of the Big Cypress swamp for the sensory overload of a major comic convention—the sprawling, glittering madness of Florida SuperCon. He wasn’t there…

The Everglades had given up its temporal ghosts, but Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes soon found that a nearby patch of wilderness harbored a far more insidious threat. His next assignment took…

Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes traded the tight confines of Fort Lauderdale for the infinite, unnerving straightness of Alligator Alley. The call came from the Florida Highway Patrol: drivers were reporting phantom…

After successfully grounding the existential despair of David Robinson, Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes took his operational calm south to the impeccably manicured streets of Coral Gables. He was there not for…

Professional Part-Time Researcher Attempts to Debunk Acoustically Invisible PhenomenonWeeks after the impossible “Ghost Ring” encounter, Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes, the town’s resident professional part-time paranormal researcher, was suffering a crisis of…

The first time David Robinson ever chased down a criminal, he wasn’t wearing a badge. In fact, he wasn’t even old enough to drink. He was just a teenager working…

The next morning found Monty and Diane back in the Fakahatchee, but they were no longer simply field researchers; they were investigators. The burned arc Diane had created with her…

The humid air hung heavy in the Fakahatchee Strand Preserve, thick with the scent of cypress and the promise of rain. Monty, ever the keen-eyed naturalist, pushed aside a curtain…

Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes didn’t usually take cases involving garden-variety ghosts. But the call from the Fort Lauderdale Historical Society was too specific to ignore: the city’s oldest surviving structure, the…

Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes had promised himself a day of culture, not cryptids. He was at the Miami Book Fair International, enjoying the relative sanity of literary discourse, when the familiar…