The Strange Brains found a small park two blocks south of Marshall Avenue with a modest hill overlooking two softball fields. They parked their vehicles by a curb and surveyed the only promising site of the day. A few ash trees lined the hilltop, not enough to provide sufficient cover, but more than enough to block the pick-up from climbing to the ridge. The police would arrive in minutes if they tried it. Had they scanned the town at street level, they might have relocated the elusive signal, but they never considered it.
"I bet you there's some great sledding over there in the wintertime," Matt observed.
"That's about all the good that hill is to us now," the Rabbi said.
"What's next?" Krucek asked.
"Let's keep looking," the Rabbi answered.
Suddenly, at the corner ahead of them a po
