Chapter 56:
Dawn comes gray and cold and the bar's parking lot is already full.
I'm standing on the sidewalk with a cup of coffee I haven't touched and I'm watching it happen.
They come in ones and twos and then in a dozen and then in a steady stream. Bikes. Trucks. Cars. People on foot. Dutch's boys and Rook's boys and men I've never seen before with patches from towns I've never heard of. And behind them, the town.
Miss Ada's got a folding chair and a thermos. Betty's got a sign. Carl's got his truck and a trailer with a grill on it because Carl brought breakfast for everybody.
The sign Dutch made says WHO KILLED MARCUS? and it's spelled right and it's got a picture of a burning truck at the bottom that somebody drew with a Sharpie.
By seven o'clock there's eighty people in the lot
