El Feo

Published in Tudor Close: A Mystery Anthology

“Zee Toledo shifted in his waders, causing dark ripples to circle his legs like bullseyes. The body caught under the lip of his trap was a problem. He couldn’t ignore it. It was a goddamn body. Looked like a man about his age, if the just-starting-to-gray mop of hair was any indication. It—he—was upside down, so Zee had little more to go on than the cloud of hair and a pair of brown trousers that looked a lot like his own. And the damn thing—the person—the body—was tangled in his property. For Zee, the problem was a practical one. He couldn’t release and kill the large, squealing nutria inside the cage without first releasing the dead man.”

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