Author: Shane Hammer

The weather forecast for South Florida wasn’t just bad; it was biblical. Hurricane Zorba, a Category 4 behemoth, was barreling toward the coast. For Montgomery Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes, this wasn’t just…

The call came in, as many unusual calls do, on a Tuesday morning, interrupting Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes’s meticulous review of Percival’s “Afterlife Arsenal” invoices. The voice on the other end…

The humid grip of South Florida often felt like a warm blanket to Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes, but the air in Jacksonville had a different feel – a briny tang mixed…

The humid glow of a sunset filtered through the grimy windows of “Curios & Sundries,” a cluttered little shop Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes had stumbled upon in a forgotten corner of…

Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes knew he couldn’t just call the Islamorada Sheriff’s office and claim telepathic dolphins warned him of a murder plot on a yacht. He needed proof, tangible and…

The scent of salt, sun-baked asphalt, and diesel fumes was a familiar balm to Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes as he drove his beat-up SUV down the Overseas Highway towards Islamorada. After…

The humid embrace of the Big Cypress forest was a familiar comfort to Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes. He’d set up a temporary camp at Bear Island Campground, deep in the preserve’s…

The call came in just as Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes was contemplating the existential dread of lukewarm coffee and the unsettling glow of his EMF reader. A semi-truck, reportedly “out of…

Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes found himself staring intently at a rather alarming epidemiological study. The headline screamed: “Link Between Toxoplasmosis Exposure, Risky Behavior in Motorcyclists, and Increased Aggression in Soccer Players.”…

The Everglades smoldered, a vast, scarred landscape of ash and charred cypress. The air hung heavy with the acrid smell of burnt vegetation, a stark contrast to the usual humid…