“That’s probably a good idea,” Harry said. “We had more snow than I’ve seen in a while for this time of year. It’s still not easy getting around in places.”
Max nodded. “So, I guess you haven’t been able to check out the cabin yet.”
Harry shook his head. “Too much snow to get anywhere close to it. I’ll go back in a few days.” Then he told Max what Bertie had learned.
“So, I guess the nephew is using the cabin – or getting it ready to use.” Max sounded disappointed that there might be a logical explanation for what he thought he’d seen.
“He’s thinking about it but hasn’t got around to it yet. I called him. He’s in the process of setting things up so he can work remotely while spending most of his time working on a book about his uncle’s work. Apparently his uncle kept detailed notes, drawings and photos of each project he worked on.”
“Must be nice to have enough money to take time off like that,” Max said quietly.
Harry laughed. “I’m not sure that’s the case. His foreman will handle day-to-day things and keep in touch with him. Meanwhile, Martin will be recuperating from reconstructive surgery on his leg.”
“Another job-site accident?” Max asked.
“Skiing accident,” Harry said. “His parents are coming to clean the cabin while he’s in the hospital; plus a couple of cousins on his father’s side. Apparently, Phillips had the place wired and ready for solar energy. Another uncle – father’s brother – will finish the job.”
“Have any of them been here to do anything yet?” Max sounded puzzled.
Harry shook his head. “Not according to him. Why?”
Max sighed. “I still think someone has been out there.”
“Don’t say aliens,” Harry said.
“Hear me out,” Max said. “Aliens tend to live alone and keep to themselves and avoid all unnecessary contact with humans. Most times they keep their heads down to discourage even a passing greeting. According to Bingo’s information, they prefer living alone, rather than with another of their own kind.”
“I hate to break it to you, Max, but some humans are like that too, focused only on their careers. So, being a loner doesn’t make someone an alien. Where do you get this stuff?”
“Here and there… magazines at the grocery store… television… Bingo finds things on the computer…”
“Max, you know you can’t believe everything you read or hear. You two need something to occupy your time – and your minds – other than aliens.”
“But…”
“Think about it, Max… carefully.” Harry paused at the door and turned back to face him. “I’ll check the cabin as soon as possible.”
“Let me know if you find anything.”
Harry grinned at him and nodded. “I won’t forget.” He left, closing the door behind him.
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Another three days passed before Harry could get to the cabin without too much difficulty. There were no visible signs in the front to indicate that anyone had been there recently. Treading carefully through the melting snow, he made his way around to the back. As he turned the corner, he froze…
