Bannerman’s Island & Francis the Hustler

“No..it’s on your right!” Cara lounged in her kayak, holding the walkie-talkie close to her mouth and bleating instructions to Mike as he stood on the Hudson’s West bank, swinging his head about and looking for something. “Just look around!” “I don’t see it!” Mike’s voice crackled through the walkie-talkie. “Wait, is this it!?” He…