Allison; Taking Control

Chapter 82

“It is a marker of some kind, sir,” Bannon said. “There must be something all the way out here that’s proven to be a hazard.”

Allison put his glass to his eye and trained it on the float to inspect it more closely. It appeared ordinary enough... except for one important detail. Being this close, Allison could see that the wood of which it was built was completely unweathered and looked as if it was newly milled. This float had not been here long. Then he also noticed there were no chains or cables attached to indicate that it was held fast or moored in place to mark anything of importance.

Suddenly, as if he had been struck by lightning, Allison froze in place, the hand in which he held the spyglass now hanging down limply to his side. An awful surge of fright shot through his gut, sickening him, as everything suddenly became clear. His heart was pounding in his throat. He couldn’t believe he had let this happen.

That... wretched frog-eating son of a whore! Damn him to bloody hell!