“Not exactly,” Max said. “It was more like holes in the snow… round holes… and there was a very faint blue light in the cabin a couple of times.”
“Faint blue light, huh? That sounds like the glow from a television or a computer, but there’s no power to any of the cabins along the trail,” Harry said. “Does that cabin have a generator?”
Max shook his head. “No… but since they’re probably more advanced than us, I’m sure aliens can use computers.”
“I’m sure they could if they had power of some sort… and IF they existed.”
“Well, what better way to keep tabs on what’s happening around the world than with a computer?”
“Computers need power,” Harry reminded him. “Even the battery in a laptop needs to be charged periodically.”
“Maybe they have their own ways of providing power. We don’t know what they can do… what abilities they might have that we don’t,” Max said. “Just think… an abandoned cabin in the woods would be a perfect home base for aliens.”
Harry sighed. “Max, I know your ideas about aliens living on earth, but I don’t believe anything without some kind of evidence. Show me the proof and I might believe you saw something.”
“The thing is… I’ve been talking to Bingo Whyte and…”
“Hold it right there.” Harry held up his hand. “Are you talking about the guy who never misses a bingo game but never wins? All because he’s too busy watching everyone else to keep his eyes on his own cards. The same guy who’s convinced there are aliens living right here in town. That Bingo?”
“You know Bingo?” Max asked.
“I know OF him… don’t know him personally.”
“He’s a very interesting person to talk to.”
“I doubt we’d find much in common to talk about,” Harry mumbled.
Max shook his head slowly. “But if I could come up with some real evidence, would you at least take a look around the place?”
“I’ll do that anyway… just to put your mind at ease. Maybe tomorrow, after this weather settles down a bit,” Harry told him.
Max stood up. “Then I’ll leave it to you and wait to hear from you.”
Harry got up and walked to the door with him. “Do you know the name of the man who owned that cabin?”
“His last name was Phillips. I think his first name was Ken… but I’m not real sure about that.”
Harry held the door as Max went out. “Be careful and drive slowly. Visibility is still getting worse out there.”
“Will do.” Max pulled up the hood of his jacket. “See ya soon.”
Harry shut the door behind Max and went back inside. He washed Max’s mug and laid it on the tray. Then he emptied and refilled his own mug before returning to his desk. He scrolled absently through the news but his thoughts were elsewhere. He picked up the phone and pushed a button.
“Sorry Hogan. I won’t be in today,” Bertie croaked.
Harry chuckled. “I figured you had more sense than that. How are you feeling?”
