Nate came in still damp from the rain, shut the door behind him, and looked at Brian’s face. “What?” Brian pointed at the player. “Listen.” Nate crossed the kitchen, pressed play, and the same sound filled the room.
Low. Dragging. Unplaceable. The dull beat in the background kept hitting under it. Cooper barked sharply this time. Brian stopped the tape again. Nate frowned, then popped the cassette out and held it up to the light.