Chapter Four
Other than a lame guess our drowned man appreciated a midnight swim, the only clue the body in Lisa's boat offered had been the visions delivered to my brain on contact. In an instant the din of the midway, calliope music, and the glitter of neon lights (if I was seeing what I saw) exploded in my skull. For some ungodly reason, I'd been transported into the nostalgic world of the carnival. An instant more and that vision had been replaced by the ridiculous sight of a cartoon fish smoking a cigar, by a scream from our drowned man, and by a burst of pain for me and a plunge into cold black water for him. What stew could I make from those ingredients?
Working backwards from where the corpse was found adrift gave me Lake Michigan as a starting place. That was no starting place a
