No tribes lived here, though the swamp was rich and fecund enough that many came to gather and fish. And sometimes they died there, when the shifting ground ebbed suddenly from beneath their feet. It was said that the quicksands did not even let animal souls escape. True or not, enough had died t...
Teri looked at Stillman, her face a pale spectre. He read her look instantly. “Everything okay?” he asked. “We have to go to Mona’s,” Teri said to the three detectives. “Something’s wrong.” “Give me the phone,” Stillman said. Teri complied and watched as he raised it to his ear. “Mona?” He looked...