Death on the Sound and the Salt

They just stood there not moving, not reacting to what was happening, like they were already dead...until the Tommy-gun's bullets hit them and blood gushed from their frail emaciated bodies plugging the gravel below the putrid train with strings of murky blood. The dredged pool of black water in the Sound is an ideal place to drag a body off the back of a yacht...unless eyes are watching from a dune above, and someone screams. A preening sadistic drug kingpin destroys anyone in his path for powe