Starglow Basin Man from Sayula

The man’s jammed himself into that cavity. And now Osiel can see why.

Copper, metal. Flesh, peeled and devoured. Rank with blood. It left no room for the tongue’s imagination. The ocelote would leave this man to his death…

If it were not for that scent. Seasoned with the bitterness of spice and the sweet rose. The blood eyes widened.

“Nombre a su proveedor.”