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

Darkness.Damp.Cold.Caroline’s head felt as though she’d awakened from a week-long binge while a herd of elephants practiced the rumba inside her head.Was I drugged?She rubbed her temples to alleviate the pain.Liquid trickled down her cheek.From the coppery smell,she knewit was blood.Her blood.Where was she?


She shook her head in an effort to clear her thoughts,but the intense pain made her stop.Caroline’s last memory was being on a bluff with Samson and Delilah,and watching the fog close in around them.


There was a gun pointed at me.Billy’s hand holding the gun.Billy Devlin.


A pinprick of light pierced the dark.She willed herself to stand,but her legs wouldn’t cooperate.Fighting waves of nausea,she dragged herself slowly toward the tiny beam.The roughness of the carpet beneath her aggravated what she could tell were bruises and cuts on herknees and legs as well as an overall achiness in her body.


Chapter 16