Chapter 57Somewhere beyond the midway point between San Roque Gate and the power plant, the lone police car was blazing along the access road with sirens wailing and red lights flashing. Inside the driver, a uniformed officer, gazed steadily out the windshield. For the moment, his view of the plant was blocked by the buttressing mountainside, but he could see the tall smoke-clouds above.
Coming up over a final hill, the ominous sight of the power plant suddenly rose in his windshield.
Whoa!
He stomped the brake peddle, turned the wheel to the right, and pulled over on to the shoulder.
Before him, huge plumes of smoke bellowed skyward, rising into the stratosphere into what appeared to be a towering nebulous cloud, the upper portions of which was now lit golden by the rising sunlight wh
