〃By three。 Maybe three thirty。〃
〃When they e in； you send them over to Bob Thorp's
office。〃 He had already decided to make the police chief's office his headquarters for the duration of the crisis。 〃Understood； Joan？〃
Yes。
〃Write down for me the names and home telephone numbers of the other two repairmen？'
She needed half a minute for that assignment。
〃Now listen closely； Joan。〃
Resting her arms on the counter； she leaned toward him。 She seemed almost eager to hear what he had to tell her。
〃Within the next few minutes； the wind will blow down the lines between here and Bexford。 It won't be possible for anyone in Black River or up at the mill to make or receive a long…distance call。〃
〃Oh；〃 she said wearily。 〃Well； that sure is going to ruin my day。 It sure is？'
〃plaints； you mean？〃
〃Each one nastier than the one before it。〃
〃If people plain； tell them that linemen from Bexford are working on the break。 But there was a great deal of damage。 The repairs will take hours。 The job might not be done until tomorrow afternoon。 Is that clear？〃
〃They won't like it。〃
〃But is that clear？〃
〃It's clear。〃
〃All right。〃 He sighed。 〃In a moment I'm going to go back to talk with the girls at the switchboard。 Then upstairs to see your boss and his secretary。 When I leave this room； you'll forget everything we've said。 You'll remember me as a lineman from Bexford。 I was just a lineman from Bexford who stopped in to tell you that my crew was already on the job。 Understood？〃
〃Go back to work。〃
She returned to her desk。
He walked behind the counter。 He left the room by the hall door and went to talk to the switchboard operators。
* * *
Paul felt like a burglar。
You're not here to steal anything； he told himself。 Just your son's body。 If there is a body。 And that belongs to you。
Nevertheless； as he poked through the house； undeterred by the Thorps' right to privacy； he felt like a thief。
By 1：45 he and Sam had searched upstairs and down； through the bedrooms and baths and closets； through the living room and den and dining room and kitchen。 There was no corpse。
In the kitchen Paul opened the cellar door and switched on the light。 〃Down there。 We should have looked down there first。 It's the most likely place。〃
〃Even if Rya's story is true；〃 Sam said； 〃this isn't easy for me。 This prying around。 These people are old friends。〃
〃It isn't my style either。〃
〃I feel like such a shit。〃
〃it's almost finished。〃
They descended the stairs。
The first basement room was a well…used work center。 The nearer end contained two stainless…steel sinks； an electric washer…dryer； a pair of wicker clothes baskets； a table large enough for folding freshly laundered towels； and shelves on which stood bottles of bleach； bottles of spot removers； and boxes of detergents。 At the other end of the room there was a workbench equipped with vises and all of the other tools that Bob Thorp needed to tie flies。 He was an enthusiastic and dedicated fly fisherman who enjoyed creating his own 〃bait〃； but he also sold between two and three hundred pieces of his handiwork every year； more than enough to make his hobby a very profitable one。
Sam peered into the shadow cavity beneath the stairs and then searched the cupboards beside the washer…dryer。
No corpse。 No blood。 Nothing。
Paul's stomach burned and gurgled as if he had swallowed a glassful of acid。
He looked in the cabinets above and below the workbench； flinching each time he opened a door。
Nothing。
The second basement room； less than half the size of the first；
was used entirely for food storage。 Two walls were covered with floor…to…ceiling shelves； and these were lined with store…bought as well as home…canned fruits and vegetables。 A large； chest…style freezer stood against the far wall。
〃In there or nowhere；〃 Sam said。
Paul went to the freezer。
He lifted the lid。
Sam stepped in beside him。
Frigid air rushed over them。 Streams of ghostly vapor snaked into the room and were dissipated by the warmer air。
The freezer contained two or three dozen plastic…wrapped and labeled packages of meat。 These bundles weren't stacked for optimum use of the space…and to Paul at least； that looked rather odd。 Furthermore； they hadn't been arranged according to size or weight or similarity of contents。 They were merely dumped together every which way。 They appeared to have been thrown into the freezer in great haste。
Paul took a five…pound beef roast from the chest and dropped it on the floor。 Then a ten…pound package of bacon。 Another five…pound beef roast。 Another roast。 More bacon。 A twenty…pound box of pork chops
The dead boy had been placed in the bottom of the freezer； his arms on his chest and his knees drawn up； and the packages of meat had been used to conceal him。 His nostrils were caked with blood。 An icy； ruby crust of blood sealed his lips and masked his chin。 He stared up at them with milky； frozen eyes that were as opaque as heavy cataracts。
〃Oh 。 。 。 no。 No。 Oh； Jesus；〃 Sam murmured。 He swung away from the freezer and ran。 In the other room he turned on a faucet； the water splashed loudly。
Paul heard him gagging and puking violently into one of the stainless…steel sinks。
Strangely； he was now in full control of his emotions。 When he saw his dead son； his intense anger and despair and grief were at once transformed into a deep passion； into a tenderness that was beyond description。
〃Mark；〃 he said softly。 〃It's okay。 Okay now。 i'm here。 I'm here with you now。 You aren't alone anymore。〃
He took the remaining packages of meat from the freezer； one at a time； slowly excavating the grave。
As Paul removed the last bundle from atop the body； Sam came to the doorway。 〃Paul？ I'll 。 … 。 go upstairs。 Use the phone。 Call 。 。 the state police。〃
Paul stared into the freezer。
〃Did you hear me？〃
〃Yes。 I heard you。〃
〃Should I call the state police now？〃
〃Yes。 It's time。〃
〃How are you feeling？〃
〃I'm all right； Sam。〃
〃Will you be okay here…alone？〃
〃Sure。 Fine。〃
〃Are you certain？〃
〃Sure。〃
Sam hesitated； finally turned away。 He took the steps two at a time； thunderously。
Paul touched the boy's cheek。
It was cold and hard。
Somehow he found the strength to pull the body； stiff as it was； out of the freezer。 He balanced his son on the edge of the chest； got both arms under him and lifted him。 He swung around and put the boy on the floor； in the center of the room。
He blew on his hands to warm them。
Sam came back； still as pale as the belly of a fish。 He looked at Mark。 His face twisted with pain； but he didn't cry。 He kept control of himself。 〃There seems to be some trouble with the telephones。〃
〃What sort of trouble？〃
〃Well； the lines have been blown down between here and Bexford。〃
Frowning； Paul said； 〃Blown down？ It doesn't seem windy enough for that。〃
〃Not here it isn't。 But it probably is much windier farther on
toward Bexford。 In these mountains you can have a pocket of relative calm right next to a fierce storm。〃
〃The lines to Bexford 。 。 。〃 Paul brushed strands of stiff； frozen； blood…crusted hair from his son's white forehead。 〃What does that mean to us？〃
〃You can ring up anyone you want in town or up at the mill。 But you can't place a long…distance call。〃
〃Who told you？〃
〃The operator。 Mandy Ultman。〃
〃Does she have any idea when they'll get it fixed？〃
〃Evidently； there's been a lot of damage；〃 Sam said。 〃She tells me a crew of linemen from Bexford are already working。 But they'll need several hours to put things right。〃
〃How many hours？〃
〃Well； they're not even sure they can patch it up any time before tomorrow morning。〃
Paul remained at his son's side； kneeling on the concrete floor； and he thought about what Sam had said。
〃One of us should drive into Bexford and call the state police from there。〃
〃Okay；〃 Paul said。
〃You want me to do it？〃
〃if you want。 Or I will。 It doesn't matter。 But first we have to move Mark to your place。〃
〃Move him？〃
〃Of course。〃
〃But isn't that against the law？〃 He cleared his throat 〃I mean； the scene of the crime and all that〃
〃I can't leave him here； Sam。〃
〃But