The Crawling Death
“This was supposed to be an easy job.”
Todd Donovan, freelance troubleshooter had been repeating this sentence to himself over and over again these past seven hours. “Think of the money. This was supposed to be an easy job.”
Because it was. Lone Oak University had hired him to locate a biologist, one Dr. Pat Turner, who’d taken a sabbatical during the spring term of 1966 and promptly gone missing in the Latin American nation of San Jacinto, while researching rare specimens of something or other in Latin. The University had even helpfully provided Todd with a map of the exact area where Dr. Turner was supposed to be researching the rare specimens of whatever.
So Todd had flown down to San Jacinto on an ancient DC-4 and rented an equally ancient Jeep to take him to the
