Still Life With Crows

Mrs. Higgs says the monster left a footprint.”

Tad lowered the radio momentarily.Jesus Christ.

He looked at his watch. Eight-thirty. He could be out to the Higgs place and back in twenty minutes.

With a sigh, he raised the radio once again. “All right,” he said. “I’ll check it out.”

Fifty-One

 

By the time Tad arrived at the Higgs residence, old man Higgs had returned home and whaled his boy, and the kid was sitting angrily in the corner, eyes dry, little fists clenched. Mrs. Higgs was flitting about in the background, worried, wringing her hands, her mouth compressed. Higgs himself sat at the kitchen table, face set, eating a potato.

“I’m here about the, ah, report,” Tad said as he came in, taking his hat off.

“Forget the report,” said the old man. “I’m sorry you were bothered.”

Tad went over to the boy and knelt down. “You okay?”

The boy nodded, his face flaming red. He had blond hair and very blue eyes.

“Hillis, I don’t want any more talk of monsters, hear?” the farmer said.

Mrs. Higgs sat down, got up. “I’m sorry, Deputy Tad, do you want a cup of coffee?”

“No thanks, ma’am.”

He looked at the kid again and spoke softly. “What’d you see?”

The kid said nothing.

“Don’t be talking about any monsters,” growled the farmer.

Tad leaned closer.

“Isaw it,” said the boy defiantly.

“What’d you say?” the farmer roared.

Tad turned to Mrs. Higgs. “Show me the footprint, if you will, ma’am.”

Mrs. Higgs rose nervously.

The farmer said, “He ain’t talking about monsters still, is he? By jingo, I’ll whale him a second time. Calling the police about a monster!”

Mrs. Higgs brought Tad through the small parlor to the back of the house and scuttled into the boy’s room. She pointed at the window. “Iknow I shut the window before I put Hill to bed, but when he screamed and I came in I saw it was open. And when I went to shut it I saw a footprint in the flowerbed.”

Tad could hear Higgs’s voice raised in the kitchen. “It’s goddamned embarrassing, having the sheriff come calling over a bad dream.”

Tad raised the window. The moment he did so, the wind came shrieking in, grabbing the curtains and tossing them wildly around. Tad put his head out the window and looked down.

In the faint light from the room he could see a bed of carefully tended zinnias. Several of them had been roughly flattened by a large, elongated mark. It might be a footprint, but then again, it might not be.

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?”