The Stingray Shuffle by Tim Dorsey

Author:Tim Dorsey [Tim Dorsey]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: Serial Murderers, General Interest, Mystery & Detective, Humorous, Florida, Humorous Fiction, Psychopaths, New York (N.Y.), New York (N.Y), General, Storms; Serge (Fictitious Character), Humorous Stories, Detective and Mystery Stories, Suspense fiction, Railroads, Crime, Suspense, Fiction, Railroad Stories
ISBN: 9780060556938
Google: AbPAmY9NJG8C
Amazon: 0060556935
Publisher: HarperTorch
Published: 2003-12-30T00:00:00+00:00

Igor hadn’t blinked for five minutes. His hands were bound, mouth taped.

Serge snipped away with heavy-gauge metal shears.

“It’s important to have the right tool for the job.” Snip, snip. “They’re Sears, you know. Lifetime guarantee.” Snip, snip. “Aren’t you just fascinated by the place we’re at?”

Igor didn’t blink.

“Me, too,” said Serge. “Cape Canaveral, from the Spanish for ‘cape of canes’ because of all the reeds the sailors saw. Say the name today, and people think modern, futuristic, space travel. Yet it also has one of the oldest histories of any place in the country.” Snip, snip.

Serge stepped back to inspect his work, then nodded to himself and began snipping again. “The cape jutted out so much, it became Florida’s most prominent navigational feature for early explorers. That’s why there are so many shipwrecks around here. Hence, the Treasure Coast.”

Serge switched to bolt cutters. Snap, snap.

“The area was mapped as early as 1502. The Spanish tried to establish their first settlement here, but the Indians were too savage, so they moved a bit farther north to a little place called St. Augustine. Isn’t that a fun fact? Did you know they had to bulldoze historic Indian grounds when they were building some of the launch pads? Talk about your symbolism overload.”

Igor finally figured out Serge’s plan and started screaming under the mouth tape.

“You’re right,” said Serge. “It was a tragedy. All kinds of archaeological opportunities lost.”

Serge snipped a few last times and stood up straight. “There!”

He reached down next to Igor’s leg and turned a key. A quiet electric motor came to life. “You realize you kidnapped my best friend. I saw you with that cage of scorpions. You weren’t exactly planning a Hallmark moment.”

Serge produced a pistol with a silencer, took aim, and shot out four floodlights in the distance. He picked up a concrete block and placed it in front of Igor’s feet, on a pedal. The electric motor grew louder, and Igor slowly pulled away from Serge.

“Don’t forget to write.”

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