Chapter 17Peering down at the power plant from the mountaintop, the Driver nodded his head contently. He was amazed at his good fortune. What cross-current winds had blown up earlier seemed to have dissipated and become steady now, shoreward. And the view from the top was better than expected; a nearly straight-on, unobstructed angle, remarkably clear and well-lit.
Too good!
Finishing off another cigarette, he flicked the butt into the grass.
Behind him, already laid out on the damp grass, was an eight-by-ten black, plastic tarp. The corners of the tarp were held down by stones. Still, the ends flapped in the wind. Beyond the tarp, the Dodge truck remained parked precariously, tilted to one side, on the eastern down-slope.
The Driver returned to the truck. From the cab he took a black
