Governor’s Ghost and Crab Conspiracies: Monty’s Jacksonville Jaunt
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 Arsenal of Eternity: Monty and the Forgettable Arms Dealer
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…
Fin-tastic Forensics and Flippered Friends: Monty’s Islamorada Intrigue – Part 2
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…
Fin-tastic Forensics and Flippered Friends: Monty’s Islamorada Intrigue – Part 1
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…
Moonlit Mysteries and Midnight Blooms: The Bear Island Bafflement
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 Yeehaw Crossroads: When a Truck Crash Isn’t Just a Truck Crash
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…
The Whisker Conspiracy: Monty, Motorcycles, and a Parasitic Pitch
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.”…
Ashes and Apparitions: Monty’s Brush with a Burning Secret
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…
Pieces of Eight and Pints of Stout: Monty’s Pompano Plunge and Pub Puzzle
Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes, ever the resourceful (and occasionally reckless) investigator, found himself bobbing gently in the turquoise waters off Pompano Beach. The glint of the Florida sun on the surface…
Crash Landing and Cryptic Commutes: Monty’s Poltergeist Possibility (or Maybe Just a Lyft)
The insistent ringing of Monty’s flip phone sliced through the humid Fort Lauderdale air, jarring him from a particularly intense re-examination of Professor Alistair Finch-Nunya-Smythe’s theories on the vibrational frequencies…