The Black Orchid

Carter

Pain explodes through his skull and arm. His vision bursts with thousands of tiny white sparks.

His yellow backpack—barely hanging from his shoulder with one strap—slides free. It whirls stories down through wind and spray to smash into the angry, slapping waves that only moments ago swallowed his silver Satyr mask.

With it go his List of Suspicious Happenings and all his investigation notes, along with his Black Orchid Passport.