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sky； rundown and alone； a couple of gnarled； dead trees at its back。 The weak rays of the sun still illuminated its mansard roofs and ocular windows。 But even as she watched； the shadow of the approaching front crept across the corn like a blanket and the house darkened against the background sky。 She could smell ozone on the air； and the mugginess grew even more suffocating。 The storm was worse than it had seemed from inside the trailer…far worse。 She'd better hurry before all hell broke loose。
She turned and skirted the path to the cave； keeping low in case old lady Kraus glanced out an upper window。 In a moment she was descending the cut in the earth and had arrived at the iron door。
She looked carefully at the ground before the door； but the dust was undisturbed。 Nobody had been through here in at least a couple of days。 She felt both relief and disappointment： the killer； if he'd been here at all； was obviously long gone； but the lack of prints made it all the more likely that her theory was just so much bullshit。 Still； she'd e this far； might as well check the place out。
She glanced over her shoulder again； then leaned forward to inspect the padlock on the iron door。 Perfect： an old pin tumbler lock； the kind they'd been making for over a hundred years； still basically unchanged。 This was the same kind of lock as on the front door of her trailer； the lock she'd first practiced on； it was the same kind as in the padlocks on the school lockers。 She smiled； remembering the gift…wrapped box of horseshit she had once deposited into Brad Hazen's locker with a card and a single rose。 He never had a clue。
First； she tugged on the padlock hard； to make sure it was actually locked。 That was the first rule of lock…picking： don't try any keyway tools until you're sure you need them。
It was locked； all right。Here we go； she thought。
She pulled an envelope of green felt out of her pocket and unfolded it carefully。 Inside was her small set of tension wrenches and the lifter picks she'd surreptitiously made in shop class。 She selected the wrench that seemed the right size and inserted it in the keyway； applying tension in the unlocking direction。 Lock picking； she knew； was basically a job of finding the mechanical defects of a particular lock： the individual pins were never machined to precisely the same size； there were always slight variations between them that could be exploited。 Next； she inserted a pick and gingerly tested the wards； looking for the tightest fit； which would signify the thickest pin。 Since the thickest pin of a lock binds first when a turning force is applied； it was important to pick the pins in order of fattest to thinnest。 There it was： the pin that bound the most。 Carefully； using the pick； she raised it until she felt it set at the shear line。 Then she moved to the next thinnest pin and repeated the process； and then once again； careful always to maintain tension。 At last； the driver pin set with an audible click； she gave a yank and the lock popped open。
Corrie stood back； unable to suppress a small smile of pride。 She wasn't particularly fast at picking locks…and there were lots of other techniques； like 〃scrubbing〃 and 〃raking；〃 that she hadn't mastered…but she was petent。 Too bad it was a skill Pendergast would disapprove of。 Or would he？
Putting the lock…picking tools back in her pocket； she removed the padlock and placed it to one side。 The door squeaked open on rusty hinges； she moved through the entrance； then hesitated。 She stood in the darkness a moment； wondering if she should turn on the lights or use her flashlight。 If Winifred Kraus showed up； the lights would be a dead giveaway。 But then she recollected herself。 It was three o'clock in the afternoon； past time for the last tour of the day according to the sign； and besides； Corrie was positive there hadn't been any tours at all since Pendergast had been forced to take one。 The old busybody wasn't going to stir out of her house in a rising storm。 Also； the watchful darkness was getting on her nerves。 Better to save her batteries。
She felt along the damp stone wall； found the light switch； flicked it on。
It had been years since she'd been in the cave。 Her father had taken her there once； when she was six or seven； not long before he'd run off。 For another moment she remained still； looking down into the yawning tunnel。 Then she began to descend the limestone steps； her waffle…stompers echoing against the stone。
After a long descent； the staircase gave onto a wooden boardwalk that disappeared between stalagmites and stalactites。 Corrie had forgotten just how strange the place was。 As a kid going there； she'd been surrounded by adults。 Now she was alone in the silence。 She walked forward hesitantly； wishing her shoes didn't make such a hollow sound against the walkway。 Bare bulbs； hanging from the uneven ceiling far overhead； threw spectral shadows against the walls。 A forest of stalagmites； like jagged； giant spears； rose on both sides。 There was no sound in the vast empty space but her footsteps and the distant drip of water。
Maybe ing here hadn't been such a good idea。
She shook off the feeling of dread。 There was no one here。 The puddles on the wooden walkway had a skimming of silt that registered her footprints。 It was clear…just as it had been outside the iron door…that no one had walked through in days。 The last person in here was most likely Pendergast himself being dragged through the tour。
Corrie hastened through the first cavern； ducked under a narrow opening； and entered the second cavern。 Immediately； she remembered what it was called： the Giant's Library。 She remembered that； as a kid； she'd thought the place reallywas a giant's library。 Even now； she had to admit that the rock formations looked amazingly real。
But always； the silence felt watchful； somehow； and the dim light oppressive； and she hurried on。 She passed the Bottomless Pit and reached the Infinity Pool； which glowed a strange green in the light。 This was the farthest point of the tour； here the walkway looped back toward the Krystal Kathedral。 Beyond lay only darkness。
Corrie turned on her flashlight and probed the darkness beyond the boardwalk； but could see nothing。
She climbed over the wooden rail and stood at the edge of the pool。 The walls of the caverns she'd passed through had been devoid of any passageway or portal。 If anything lay beyond； she'd have to go through the pool to find it。
Corrie sat on the rail and unlaced her shoes； took them off； pulled off the socks and stuffed them into her shoes； and tied the laces together。 Holding the shoes in one hand； she stuck a toe in the pool。 The water was shockingly cold and deeper than it looked。 She waded across as quickly as she could and pulled herself out the other side。 Now her legs were wet； damn it。 Barefooted； she clambered down the far side of the pool and shone her light into the darkness at its base。 Here she could see a low tunnel going off to the right。 The ground was soft limestone； well worn down by old ings and goings。 She was on the right track。
She sat on a hump of limestone and pulled her socks over her wet feet； then laced up the heavy waffle…st