2:59a.m.
2:59a.m.2:59a.m.On the nightstand next to John Belamy’s bed, the alarm clock’s red digits transitioned from 2:59 to 3:00. Belamy adjusted the pillow and flipped over onto his side, away from Louise who was in the bed next to his. He concluded sleep was a diminishing possibility. A biography of Douglas McArthur set next to the clock. The book had come from Louise’s side of the library. John’s tastes ran more towards Rex Stout and Robert B. Parker, with some Zane Grey and Larry McMurtry thrown in. He considered turning on the lamp, trying to read another chapter, hoping sleep might find him—but that might wake Louise. And once she was awake, he knew his night would be over.
On the nightstand next It had been three days since Louise had witnessed the woman being run down by the red
