Caroline and Cyril have recently wed and are honeymooning on the Isle of Man, a glorious spot in the middle of the Irish Sea marked by picturesque villages, rocky cliffs, and bracing winds. Caroline is immediately drawn to the island’s history of rampaging Vikings, tales of mermaids and legendary kings, and the friendly inhabitants with quaint superstitions and proverbs. In no time, she falls in love with her surroundings.<br><br>But unexplainable events unfold, convincing her sinister forces are at work. Part by accident and part by design, Edward and Leslie join the couple, and together they must identify a turned British agent, retrieve a top secret document, and learn the true meaning of the phrase, "It all comes back to the camps." Will logic and reason prevail, or will a bit of magic and island whimsy save the day?

A Manx Tale

Caroline liked the sound of the word“our.”He’d said our cottage.


“Yes,we could do that,”she said with a broad smile.“Let’s toast to it.One more day,and we should have at least the one,and then we’ll catch the early ferry and be home before we know it.”


They clinked glasses,then came together for a warm embrace and a lingering kiss.Unfortunately,that warm embrace and lingering kiss were interrupted by a loud growl from the hallway,followed by some not so happy snarling and snapping sounds.


“Look,”Caroline said.“They’re playing tug of war.”She started to laugh,but caught herself in time.It took only a second to register,but she knew she’d seen that bit of orange material before.Where the hell did they find it?Somehow the little devils had gotten hold of Billy Devlin’s scarf.The same Billy Devlin who left the island early that morning.And they were tearing the damn thing to shreds.


Chapter 9