I really enjoyed this novella, but it would have been better as a novel. I was left wanting. As soon as you get to the meat of the story; it's over. Finished. The end. Finito.
Johnny Horowitz - a photographer - works freelance for three of the country's leading tabloids, whose job entails taking photos of celebrities at the most inopportune moment, getting that all important shot; when they least, expect it. If there's dirt to be found, Horowitz will find it. I guess getting kicked in the nuts by Jean Claude Van Damme had little effect.
He's supposed to be taking a vacation on Seagull Island; keeping a low profile, but he finds something dirty - on Seagull Island (North Beach) - which is fenced off, with a sign: KEEP OUT SEAGULL ISLAND POLICE DEPARTMENT. As the fence is down, he's able to gain access to the beach; where he finds human bones. After he retrieves his camera and takes a few shots of his find - he reports his discovery; and surprisingly, the Sergeant taking his statement (Costello), seems disinterested, causing Horowitz to believe - something isn't right, and that he's found something dirty. And he likes his dirt. He's been crawling through it, long enough.
North Beach has no swimmers. No bird life. No tourists. Nothing. Well, almost nothing. Because, when the atmospheric conditions are right - a gateway opens - to a time, that's long gone.
There's something about Seagull Island - that the locals know about, but don't discuss. They're in denial. But with Hurricane Amelia on its way, the gateway is truly going to open up, wide.
In summation: I didn't like the main character, but - his inner monologue was amusing. Matt Packard was my favourite character. He was funny. This would have been better if the page count was 400+ pages - I think.