Chapter Two: Small Unnoticed DetailsHarold Callahan silently rode shotgun with Sheriff Harris in the police cruiser, sitting slumped on the passenger seat and resembling a wind-up toy with a broken spring. Clay held his tongue in check, knowing that any attempt to break the ice between them would only make matters worse.
They had left Hannek's Bowlerama under the quizzical stare of Sheila, the chubby red-headed teenager who took care of the five-to-midnight shift, and the worried look of the bowling alley's owner.
Sheriff Clayton drove west along Main Street until he reached the small park that was in front of the Town Hall and then turned north into Pacific Street. He noticed the Nosfort High band was in the bandstand, packing their instruments as the group disbanded after their usual a
