Author name: Tim Baril

Mei did not have the luxury of a quick death. She lay on the ground, trapped and helpless beneath her […]

Lance gave Mei a knowing look, a twinkle in his blue eyes. “So, let me guess. The Caribs got you,

How fitting it was that the dying afternoon light bled red into the horizon. As darkness fell across the land,

Mei crashed through bushes. Tree branches tore at her as she passed. But she was in no state of mind

Fowler The capital of the island of Barbados was a quaint, bustling place called Bridgetown. It was nestled into the

Armand She came out of the jungle like something out of a storybook, an avenging angel with no sign of

Lance They watched in silence as the gangster quickly bled to death and then went limp. Funny, it was the

Williams Twas a dark and stormy night. For the first time in weeks, the serene warmth and sunshine of the

Stray gusts continued to whip the surface of the Caribbean sea, creating wavelets and sending fine sprays of water in

Moore Moore watched the first officer charge towards one side of the tree in pursuit of the prisoner. Thinking himself