Chapter 5
About an hour later, I turned the loaded van onto Main Street and slowed to a snail’s crawl. My gaze darted along the sidewalks, leaping from one shade tree to another. I could spot no bicycles other than the cherry red ten-speed I recognized as belonging to Justin Cartwright, who worked at the video store and arcade near the corner, and a girl’s bike chained to the tree in front of Sophie’s Boutique. I turned to Gray, sitting in the van’s passenger seat. “Well, where is it? I thought you said you parked on the street?”
He pointed. “I did. Directly in front of your door, Sherlock.”
Frowning, I looked again, only to realize my silly mistake. Around Willowby, many locals took advantage of its size and rode bicycles to save on fuel. So when Gray mentioned he had a bike, I hadn’t
