"There are tractor tracks that look fresh," Jack Matthews said, pointing.
"Take a look at the dipstick in the tractor engine," Young ordered. "I'll take a look inside."
"Yes, sir."
"Don't open any doors or cabinets until Meador here checks them," Larkin said. "And it would probably be a good idea to watch for trip wires."
"You think this is your bomber?" Young asked.
"I don't know that it's not," Larkin said.
Matthews came into the cabin after a minute or two to report that the tractor battery was charged, and from the condition of the dipstick, he thought the engine had been run in the last week or ten days.
Matt wondered how he could tell that, but was damned if he would reveal his ignorance by asking.
Jack Matthews moved quickly and efficiently around the cabin, and seemed to know exactly what he was looking for. Matt felt ignorant.
There were no trip wires or booby traps, but there was evidence of recent occupancy.
"There is something about this place that bothers me," Larkin said thoughtfully. "It's too damned neat and clean for a cabin in the boondocks."
"Yeah," Young agreed thoughtfully.
"I think we have to find out who owns this, who comes here."
"County courthouse?" Young said.
"Unless one of the deputies knows offhand," Larkin said.
"Are you going back to Philadelphia?" Young asked.
"I don't see what else I can do here," Larkin said.
"Why don't I send Jack to the county courthouse with my car?" Young asked. "And catch a ride back with you?"
"Great," Larkin said. He turned to Meador of ATF. "Meador, look into your crystal ball and tell me what he used for detonators."
"The explosive looks like C-4," Meador said. "Somebody with access to C-4 would probably have access to military detonators. I'll know for sure when I'm finished in the laboratory."
"Depressing thought," Larkin said.
"Sir?"
"Somebody with access to C-4 and military detonators who blew up those lockers the way he did knows how to use that stuff, wouldn't you say?"
"Yeah," Meador said.
"Well, at least it gives us a lead or two," Larkin said. "Which is a lead or two more than we had when I woke up this morning."
He put his hand out to H. Howard Samm.
"Your team really did a fine job, Samm. I think my boss would like to write a letter of commendation."
"Why," Samm said. "That would be very nice, but unnecessary."
"Nonsense. A commendation is in order," Larkin said, and then touched Matt's shoulder. "Let's go home, Matthew."
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