Bib Stanley’s people weren’t among those who were awfully relieved in 1957, after that dressed out old dear was found in ol’ Ed’s garage, but Bib and his family were in the position of knowing just a little more about the Alvin Miner case than most Ewerton residents, save for the Wilkes clan. Even the Sawyers didn’t know quite as much, and then-Sheriff Sawyer was one of the first people into the house early that morning.
Bib’s Grandpop Andersen, his mother’s dad, was the one who had found Alvin Miner wandering around Crescent Lake that blustery October morning—one week before Halloween. And Grandpop liked to tell it this way:
Thought at first Alvin had done hisself up as an Injin, for an All-Hallow’s Eve joke—Alvin was always one for the pranks and such. But then I remembered that Hallow
