Shot On The Rocks: A Rum Runner Mystery

I have this friend, I call him Seamus, and I take him with me on photoshoots. This time, we were at an overgrown outcrop that had been carved out for a railroad line that had since been abandoned. It took two of us, intrepid photographers that we are, to crawl through the brambles to wedge Seamus back into this crevice, and a third as a lookout for snakes and creepy crawlies. Afterward, as we went through our day’s shots, the discussion turned to the idea that a body could be lost for years, decades even, in some of our overgrown and forgotten places. A mystery story just waiting to be written…