Hunted in the Bayou

Marlowe Kade came home to bury his brother. The sheriff called it a drowning. Then the second body surfaced in the same bend of the bayou, knotted the same way. Juliette Prejean has been telling this story to eleven thousand listeners for three seasons. Now the killer is leaving voicemails on her work line — and the third corpse washes up with Marlowe's Army service number cut into its skin. The sheriff signs the death certificates. The sheriff's cousin owns the dock. And the cypress maze the two of them are paddling into at midnight has been a smuggling lane since Prohibition. She has a microphone. He has a rifle and a boat. The bayou has neither mercy nor roads out.