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Show 56. "Maybe," she frowned, "but it was actually a color I've never seen before." Hank could have said those words for her, he'd heard them so often in interviews. Colors, speeds, maneuverings of UFO's were unlike anything people had seen before. It made their attempts to be scientific nearly impossible. "Then how did it 'take off?" Hank went on, quoting her. "Straight up," Stephanie sat forward. "You wouldn't believe it. It kind of hung there-it must have been up from the ground a way because I could see it over the trees-then it just flew straight up. In maybe three, four seconds it was a pinpoint. Then it disappeared." "And according to the report in the Times, you thought it had taken your brother." She half smiled. "Yeah, I did. That sounds dumb now." "No, not at all." This is a really appealling girl, Hank thought. "Well," he moved toward the tape recorder, intending to give her a breather, "have we covered everything?" "Did I mention the spinning?" "No." "As I started down the road, I thought the UFO looked like it was spinning, but it was so bright I couldn't tell if the whole thing was or if part of it was. And maybe I didn't see what I thought I did." "You mean spinning . . . like a top?" "Yes, but itJs very vague. Maybe I shouldn't mention something I'm not positively sure of." "It's okay. It might give us a clue." When Hank Corrigan finally packed up his material and left, he realized he'd been right to follow his hunch. He hoped meeting JD wouldn't change his impression. He'd go back to the Holiday Inn now, listen to the tape, take a few notes, then shower and shave for dinner. Driving through town to the main street, past older houses haphazardly set on lots to accommodate gardens and chicken sheds, Hank Corrigan fought back an unpleasant tug of nostalgia. In spite of having some hazy, romantic notions to the contrary, he didn't think he could stand to live in one of these small Wyoming towns again. For one thing, the wind blew all the time. The gutters today were a verit- |