Our next stop was closer to the center of town. The county clerk’s office was in the old courthouse in the square. It was the first time we’d actually entered the building. The ceilings were just as high as I’d imagined, and the windows just as huge; obviously this building predated the widespread use of air-conditioning. The room we entered was so disproportional, the distance from floor to ceiling to much more than from wall to wall, that I felt a little uneasy. I couldn’t imagine working in such a room.

The two women who did work there were definitely surprised to see strangers come in, but the older of the two, a very round woman with dyed brown hair, immediately rose from her desk and came to the counter. When we asked to see a map of the county, she pointed silently to the wall behind us.

“Snake,” I muttered to Tolliver after we turned around. There was a huge map of Colleton County right there. He nodded, understanding that I’d meant, “If it had been a snake, it would have bit us.” I tried to orient myself by following the two main roads that formed a waggly X through Sarne, but I was still working it out when Tolliver pinpointed the area where we’d gotten out of our car when we’d been searching for Teenie’s body.

After some cross-referencing, we decided which parcel of land that was, and the clerk handed us the appropriate ledger. According to the ledger, Colleton County Land Development was the owner of the property, and of several other parcels on both sides of that road. I couldn’t see that we were any further along than we had been. Tolliver asked the county clerk if she knew who was actually behind Colleton County Land Development.

“Oh,” she said, smiling. “That’s Paul Edwards, Terence Vale, and Dick Teague. They bought up quite a bit of property over the years, thinking that someday we’d become another Branson. I don’t think that’s ever going to happen.”

“The same names keep showing up over and over,” I said when we were alone in the car.

“That’s going to happen in a small town with a long history,” Tolliver said, logically enough. “I’m not sure it means anything. Where next?”