CLOSE REACH by Jonathan Moore SUVUDU Exclusive Teaser
The timer above the narrow pilot berth started buzzing at 2:50 a.m., but Kelly had been awake at least an hour, thinking of the last radio call. The signal had come the morning before, while they were still anchored off the Antarctic Peninsula’s Adelaide Island. She’d been making breakfast before they weighed anchor, when the voice of a young British woman came blasting out of the ether and into the bulkhead-mounted VHF.
, this girl had screamed.
It saw us and it’s coming back! Oh God, Jim, hurry, please hurry!
And then her voice cut off.