The door swung a foot, maybe eighteen inches,then stopped when it hit an obstruction. The smell of cordite filled the room.
I pushed hard against the door and stepped through. He was in
there alright, his head was the obstruction. It was bent sideways at an
odd angle. i shut the door, and stepped closer to him. I nudged his
temple with the toe of my shoe and his head rolled sideways like a
billiard ball in a sock. His neck was broken. I squatted beside him and
felt his hand. Ice cold, as cold as hands ever get, but not so cold as
the .38 his cold hand held.
Sixty-seven days after departing Flores Island in Europe’s westernmost waters, the schooner Heimdall and her stalwart crew has finally arrived at the mysterious Isla Socorro in the Revillagigedo Archipelagoes. The discoveries they make are astounding
