Death Below the Dam

A body is discovered at dawn, suspended headfirst from a tree ten feet above the ground, ten feet from the river. A small, clean bullet wound in the back of the head. No blood. The rising flood waters have washed everything away, even the victim's clothes are still dripping. As the storm intensifies and the dam groans against the pressure of the raging flood, the isolated island community finds itself trapped with a murderer still at large. The water is rising. The dam is failing. And someone among them is watching, waiting. This is classic mystery writing at its most atmospheric: a locked-room puzzle where the room is drowning, and every wet footprint leads somewhere no one wants to go. Fans of Golden Age detection and anyone who delights in a well-constructed puzzle will find themselves compulsion-turning pages through the storm.