Chapter 1 from Murder on the Prairie The Prairie marsh basin had flooded. Water was lapping over one lane of Highway 441, and there were a dozen or so alligators lined up at the road's edge. Cars and trucks crawled along as drivers gawked at the prehistoric reptiles and the vast flooded marsh. It was only the first of the day's extraordinary events. read more...

Murder at Wakulla Springs Prologue "Quite a crowd already," Alex said. He surveyed the cavernous lobby before signing the registration book. "Oh, yes," replied the clerk. She wore a badge which read, "Wakulla Springs Lodge" with the name "Janice" above it. He suspected she was one of the young Florida State University students he had often seen working at the Preserve. read more

Chapter 1 from Murder at Wakulla Springs “Forgotten Coast indeed,” I muttered as I drove along Florida’s Highway 98 coastline which was dotted with new pastel painted stilt houses. They were lined up like lollipops along the Apalachee Bay on the Gulf of Mexico. After a weaving stretch of densely forested road, the sight of the bay had emerged like a shimmering gem in the late afternoon sun. I passed through Medart, saw the sign to Wakulla Springs State Park on SR 319, and promised myself a visit to the famed springs. read more....