Plain and simple mud. Island 38 was the last island in the chain to be completed, and David Jefferson was certain it held the answers that he was looking for. The lynchpin that, when pulled, would collapse this abomination of wealth and greed. They had watched it build. They had been there before the plans were approved. Before the deal was struck with Congress to allow its construction. The Rainbow Connection had set sail before the first dredge, and watched as hopper after hopper was dumped, sprayed, and raked into place to form the massive landmass. For years they stood by as nature was manipulated, shifted, and forced into the paradise built by Warren Baxter. Baxter was a crooked man with a warped vision. His dominance over nature was just the most recent example of his use of power to get what he wanted. The files were thick. The suspicions were damning and all this time there had been no proof of any misdoings. Jefferson now knew the man intimately. His background. His beliefs. But still the mystery eluded him.
