[hr][center][color=slategray][b][h1]Harry Kingsfield[/h1]
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Location:[/b][/color] Town Hall[/center][hr][hr]
Harry yawned as he stepped back into the library. It was starting to get quite late, and he hadn't had anywhere near his usual allotment of caffeine, and it was starting to become really noticeable. At times it was a hard to keep his eyes open. It reminded him of that old cartoon gag of having the hapless character vainly try to keep themselves awake by propping open the eyelid with a stick of some kind, usually a matchstick, only for the sudden weight of the thin flap of skin to break it in two. As a child he had never had to deal with that level of exhaustion, but now in his thirties he felt like every other day was a war against that kind of fatigue made possible only through the utilization of excessive amounts of stimulants.

Warm, musty atmosphere of the library that only made it more difficult still to remain awake aside, he found all the books and materials he had set aside from before the police intern had decided to have a fit still where he had left them. Furthermore, he managed to track down a couple other things of note (to him). Things that he actually expected to locate here: old maps. The kinds of documents that would be kept around for posterity's sake, but not really in the interest of anyone other than the very rare historian looking for primary sources to actually read.

One thing immediate sprang forward looking over the map, the five primary locations were exactly the same distance away from each other. That wasn't normal at all. In fact, he could draw up a perfect five pointed star between them all. The primal predator detection senses deep in his psyche surged up, suddenly shooting him a syringe full of anxiety, but he wasn't sure why. (Again, it couldn't deal in anything as articulate as DEMON SYMBOL. It only went so far as DANGER, SCARY THING.) Confused, but feeling that there was a piece of information here he was missing, he sketched out a very rough copy of the map in his notebook, and drew in the star between the Mine, Lake, Town Hall, the Johnson House and the Outside House. He made a note to give those two places a visit. They were likely to be important if any of his Coincidence Detectors were accurate.

Whatever it was he found in the forest might have connections to some sort of native spiritual tie the Town of Red Lake might have once held. He wrote the reservation down as another site of investigation. Assuming it was still there. Now that he though about it, it probably wasn't. He hadn't heard of any reservations currently existing in this particular part of this country. Either way, would still be worth checking out.

As Harry left the Town Hall, he shook his head and slapped his face lightly. He needed to be awake enough to make it back to the Bed and Breakfast before passing out. Still, aside from the looming threat of certain doom, his investigation of this case was going quite well. He was certain Riley was still alive and somewhere within the area, and between snooping in the business of teenage girls, checking out more of the town and the Indian Reservation, he had plenty of leads to follow in the next several days.