Dead Man's Walk
Three dead and Shell Scott to go...It was a charming island like the travel poster said: white beaches, blues lagoons, and exotic girls in bikinis.
Plenty of local color, too. Like three dead bodies and a voodoo priest who sticks pins in dolls and waits for you to die.
Superstition, I persuaded myself. Still there were those three stiffs. And nobody could determine the cause of their deaths.
So I decided
to poke around the native haunts with my luscious companion. Then the gorgeous
tomato vanished and I found myself with another kind of doll. It looked just
like me - and it had a long needle stuck through the heart!