I happen to be on vacation right now, on Prince Edward Island in Canada, so I'll be keeping this post short. Prince Edward Island, of course, when it comes to fiction, is primarily known for the children's classic, Anne of Green Gables, and not for crime fiction. That doesn't mean it has no predators, though. It does, in fact. It has ruthless stone-eyed killers at large. They are there, in plain sight, hunters who spend hours searching for prey with a patience and an attentiveness one can only envy.
It's unnerving to see these killers, beautiful as they are, in action.
There are also the paths and the flower patches that may seem lovely on the surface, but that lead who knows where or hide who knows what dead body.
It's a scary place, PEI is, and I post these photos partly as proof that I was here - you know, in case it should happen that I vanish.
If I don't vanish, that is, if I manage to survive and get back to the calm and scenic place that is my home, New York City, I will be back next week with another post.
Until then, hopefully,
Your Intrepid Traveler