The officer hesitated, then gave a small, tired shrug. “I think maybe you saw something unusual. Maybe. But we get a lot of calls. Floating logs, lost kayaks, even weird cloud shadows. I’ll make a note, but unless someone’s in trouble…”
Arthur turned away, fuming. His pulse still thundered in his ears. He needed someone to see what he’d seen. He needed someone to believe it was real. He headed down the beach path, boots kicking up dry sand. His heart was racing.