Vampire Slayer Murdered In Key West - Mick Murphy Short Stories - Plot & Excerpts
The day began that way. I stood barefoot, shirtless, wearing cutoff shorts on the deck of my 40-foot sloop, the Fenian Bastard, and I had a cup of freshly brewed coffee and the daily paper. The morning sun had begun to inch its way over Key West, and the summer breeze carried scents of tropical flora and almost tasted salty. Cotton-ball-like clouds moved across the dark blue sky. The temperature was in the low-80s and by noon, it would be closer to 90. I loved it. It looked like another perfect hurricane-free day in Paradise. The morning held promise, that is, until a naked body floated face down less than ten feet from the Fenian Bastard and then all promises quickly dissolved. Key West has more than its share of quirky characters, so seeing a naked person in the bight wasn’t shocking. I stared, expecting to see movement, but instead I saw a head angled strangely in the water. “Hey,” I yelled, but received nothing back.
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