Late that night...
Norman's glider hovered almost silently a hundred yards above the scene of the grisly massacre. By now the bodies had been cleared out and the cops had mostly abandoned the area, save for two patrolmen who were keeping out the gawkers. "Hm, now if I were a murderous psychopath, where would I be..."
He surveyed the area around the corn maze. Whoever did this would have wanted a front-row seat for the show, but it would have to be someplace where he wouldn't draw attention. The expert butchering of those people would have taken specialized tools, not just your average kitchen knife. That would eliminate most of the residential buildings in the area.
Firing up the engines Norman sped off, spiraling outward in a slow circle as he scanned the ground below for a suitable hiding spot.