Autumn 1949 – A Game of Traps and Claws

 

At first the seaplane appeared to be drifting. I put the binoculars to my eyes. No, the plane was moving against the wind. Something was pulling it out toward the center of the lake. I scanned the area in front of the plane but whatever was towing it stayed beneath the surface. 

I turned to Whitworth and Boggs. I said, “We have more problems than just the kidnappers. There’s something in the lake that is smart enough to steal the kidnappers’ transportation.”