CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“Where is everybody?” Harley said as they entered Holy Hope for the second time in as many days. “It’s as quiet as a graveyard here.”
Unlike their previous visit, there was no crowd of children to greet them as they rolled along the dirt road between the houses. Nobody was out attending the gardens, either. It was as if everyone had simply disappeared.
“A communal meeting, maybe?” Callaway suggested. “With the murders and disappearances, they might want to talk things over amongst themselves.”
Harley considered this, then shook her head. “I think that’s what the firepit in the center is for. But nobody’s there. They must be somewhere else.”
It sent a chill through her. She wondered if maybe the residents had marched into town to harass Sheriff Santiago again. But if t
