SixteenGrand Cayman Island › Wednesday, December 3, 2008 › 21h30
Sergeant Eric Stanford lived alone in a small house on a quiet street outside the George Town city limits, away from the downtown core and its busy tourist sites, a neighborhood mostly populated by wealthy retired couples whose time was divided between country clubs and card games. He didn’t socialize with them. Away from his public position with the Queen’s Royals, Stanford kept to himself, enjoying time alone, cooking, watching movies, writing crime novels, and updating his writer’s blog with sample chapters from his latest novel, like the one he was currently posting.
He sat rigid and focused in a small chair at a small table in the corner of his living room, beneath a leaded glass window, yellowing floral-patterned curt
