Miranda's Wrath
Death in Inlet Sound
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As the figure came closer, he could make out more details and suddenly realized who it was. He instinctinvely withdrew his hand from beneath the robe in his car trunk and turned to greet the oncomer. "What on earth brings you here at this time of night?" he asked. "Something quite specific," came the prompt reply, accompanied by a smile. "Oh?" "Yes, indeed." Nothing was added, only a broader smile and a look directly into Nick’s face, derisive and insolent. It was that look which struck a note of sudden caution and made him move back away from the speaker. "What do you mean?" Nick asked, a slight hint of fear creeping into his voice. " -- something specific?". "Oh, you’ll find out," was the response. "I’d like the contents of your trunk," the voice laughed. "You’d like what!" Nick sounded amazed. A hand came rapidly up from the speaker’s side and gripped Nick’s lower left arm with remarkable strength. It startled him – something he would not expect from the speaker. "You must be mistaken," he said. "I don’t know what you mean." The voice, when it replied, was soft and almost melodious, a total change from its previous tone. "The flowers," it said, "those beautiful golden nosegays of flowers," and the laugh that followed this time was warm and mellifluous. "I . . . " Nick began, but he was interrupted. "Our Lady of Help, pray for me, for I have sinned grievously . . . " and the laughter came again. Nick’s rising frear suddenly turned to near panic, as he realized that the speaker did know, that there was an earnestness that could only be described as deadly beneath that alternately demanding and soothing voice, that that grip on his arm did not intend to relax itself – ever, that that laugh was almost demented, and he tried to pull, strongly and heavily, away from the figure beside him.
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The small town of Inlet Sound on Florida’s southeast Gold Coast is an affluent bastion of Florida’s past, its stuccoed homes surrounded by tropical foliage, bougainvilleaed walls, wide manicured lawns, and its streets lined with coconut palms. Its wealthy and sophisticated citizens prefer to ignore the hectic world around them and devote their attention to things more cultural and less frantic – hardly the kind of town in which murders take place. Greed, however, knows no bounds and can menace even the outward calm of an Inlet Sound, and the town’s most respected citizen finds himself in sudden, unwanted, mortal danger. His bizarre murder opens a Pandora’s Box, which plunges the community into a sequence of gruesome and macabre crimes, which shock even the most calloused citizen. Detective Capt. Rodney Weatherford is hard put to find the threads, which bind these appalling events together, but with his usual thorough sleuthing he succeeds in unraveling the unlikely web in a blockbuster conclusion.
About the Author
Florida native Julian Granberry is a writer and professional anthropologist and linguist. He lives on Florida’s Big Bend Gulf Coast to the west of Gainesville in the small 120-man fishing village of Horseshoe Beach, twenty miles through sub-tropical forest from the closest town, and far from the realms of Florida’s frenzied crowds and modern-day glitter.