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He went back through the parlor； exited the side door； and walked around the edge of the house； leaning toward the clapboards for cover； until he'd reached the boy's window。 Snapping on his flashlight； he knelt by the flowerbed。
The impression was smudged and had been eroded by the storm； but it did； in fact； strongly resemble a footprint。
He straightened up； angling his flashlight away from the house。 There was another mark； then another and another。 With his flashlight； he followed their direction。 About a quarter mile distant…beyond the frenzied； tossing sea of corn…were the faint lights of the Gro…Bain plant。 The storm warnings had shut the plant down early and it now lay empty。
As he watched； the lights abruptly winked out。
He turned。 The lights in the Higgs house were out； too。 But the glow of light from Medicine Creek was still visible。
Blackout。
He trudged around the side of the farmhouse again and went in the door。
〃It appears there may； in fact； have been an intruder；〃 he said。
The farmer muttered angrily but didn't say anything。 Mrs。 Higgs was already lighting candles。
〃We're also under a tornado warning。 I'm going to ask you to shut and lock your doors and windows。 Head for the basement the moment the wind gets any worse。 If you have a battery…powered radio； keep it tuned to the emergency channel。〃
The farmer grunted acknowledgment。 He didn't need anybody telling him what to do in case of a twister。
Tad got back in his car and sat for a moment； thinking。 The big cruiser rocked back and forth to the gusting of the wind。 It was nine o'clock。 Hazen and his team would be in town by now。 He unhooked the radio and called in。
〃That you； Tad？〃
〃Yeah。 You back at the station； Sheriff？〃
〃Not yet。 Storm blew down a tree on the Deeper Road and knocked out a couple of repeater stations。〃
Tad quickly explained the situation。
〃Monsters； huh？〃 Hazen chuckled。 There was an awful lot of noise in the background。
〃You know 911； they have to report everything。 I'm sorry if I…〃
〃Don't apologize。 You did right。 What's the upshot？〃
〃It appears there may have been an intruder。 The kid's scream might have startled him。 He seems to have headed away in the direction of the Gro…Bain plant。 Which； by the way； just lost power。〃
〃Probably that Cahill kid and his friends again。 Remember that egging last month？ We don't want those boys out on a night like this。 They take advantage of a blackout to go helling around； they could end up getting skulled by a flying tree。 As long as you're out there； why don't you check out the plant？ There's still time。 Keep in touch。〃
〃Right。〃
〃And Tad？〃
〃Yes？〃
〃You haven't seen that man Pendergast； have you？〃
〃No。〃
〃Good。 Looks like he blew town after I served him with that C…and…D。〃
〃No doubt。〃
〃We're going to hit the cave at ten。 Get back by then to cover the office。〃
〃Got it。〃
Tad signed off and started up the car。 He felt a certain relief。 Now he had an even better reason not to go into the cave after the killer。 As for Gro…Bain； they hadn't had a night guard since the last one started working days。 He would just check the entrances： as long as they were all locked； and there was no sign of activity； his job would be done。
He pointed the car south； toward the dark； low outline of the plant。
Fifty…Two
Tad eased his squad car into the plant's parking lot。 Heavy gusts blasted across the empty asphalt； carrying with them bits of straw and ruined husks of corn。 Ribbons of rain cascaded here and there； ing and going in sudden sheets。 A line of fat raindrops passed over the cruiser； from front to back； with a machine…gun cadence。 Beyond the parking lot； he could hear waves of wind ripping through the cornfields surrounding the plant。 He peered out at the blackness over the corn； half hoping for； half dreading； the sight of a daggerlike funnel cloud。 But he could see nothing。
The sheriff had said he suspected Andy Cahill and his friends of terrorizing the Higgs homestead。 Privately； Tad thought Hazen's own son Brad and his gang were the more likely suspects。 Scaring little kids； egging buildings； was more their style。 The son would never be the man his father was。 Tad wondered what he'd do if he ran into the sheriff's son outside the plant。 Now； that could prove to be more than a little awkward。
He eased the car up to the low outline of the plant and stopped； engine idling。 Even through the closed windows； the wind screeched and moaned like a beast in pain。 The plant was dim against the murk； sunken in the corn； dark and deserted。
Looking at the low； sinister building； what had seemed like a routine check was beginning to seem less appealing to Tad。 Why the heck hadn't Gro…Bain hired another night watchman？ It wasn't fair that the burden of private security fell on the sheriff's department。
Tad passed a hand through his closely cropped hair。 No help for it now。 He'd just do a quick check to make sure none of the doors had been forced； then he'd check Smit Ludwig's place and head on back to the station。
He cracked the cruiser door open； and the wind pushed it back at him with an angry howl。 Pulling his hat down and raising his collar； he pushed harder at the door； then ducked out； face against the storm； making for the loading docks。 As he ran； he could hear something banging in the wind。 Reaching the shelter of the building； he pushed his hat back on his head and switched on his flashlight； then made his way along the cinderblock wall。 The banging got louder。
It was when he reached the top of the loading dock stairs that his light revealed an open door； swinging and banging on broken hinges。
Shit。
Tad stood there； the beam of the flashlight playing over the shattered lock and mangled hinges。 Somebody had really done a number on it。 Normally； he would call for backup。 But where was he going to get backup on a night like this？ Any law enforcement officers that weren't going into the cave after the killer would be out working the tornado watch。 Maybe he should just forget about it； e back in the morning。
He imagined explaining that decision to the darkening face of Sheriff Hazen and decided it was not an acceptable option。 Hazen was constantly harping on him that he needed more pluck； more initiative。
This was nothing； really； to be concerned about。 The killer was safely bottled up in the cave。 Kids like Brad Hazen were always breaking into the plant for fun； even when the night watchman was there。 It had happened several times before； most notably last Halloween…half a dozen hoodlums from Deeper who thought it would be fun to T。P。 their rival town's major employer。
Tad felt a wash of irritation。 It was a hell of a night to pull crap like that。 He pushed through the broken door； making as much noise as possible； and shone his light around the receiving area。
〃This is the police；〃 he called out in his sternest voice。 〃Please identify yourselves。〃
The only answer was the echo of his own voice ing back at him from the blackness。
Moving forward carefully； letting his light drift from left to right； he exited the loading bay and walked along the catwalk leading into the plant proper。