Then...
A bell.
Very faint.
Ding...
Ding...
Ding...
Three slow chimes.
Sheriff Tate's head snapped up.
"I know that bell."
Everyone looked at him.
"The courthouse?"
He shook his head.
"No."
"The old train depot."
Rylie looked surprised.
"The depot had a clock."
"It rang every hour."
Sheriff Tate nodded.
"It hasn't worked in years."
Will replayed the sound.
Three chimes.
Exactly three.
Judy's eyes narrowed.
"What time would that be?"
"Three o'clock."
"So Emily visited Emma at three in the morning."
"No."
Sheriff Tate smiled sadly.
"The depot clock was broken."
"What?"