And a Long, Slow Rain

It began when the newsroom scanner spit something out about police activity near the Intracoastal. You're a reporter, and what you found was a beautiful woman dumped on a bed of rock and rubble at the edge of a seawall decorated with floating garbage and sick fish. You didn't know it then, Pete Krekow, but she had a secret, a twelve-year-old mystery that would draw you in as never before, and before your investigation was over, you would wonder if you might end up the same way -- dead.