GRAND BLANC TWP., MI — It was a weeknight like any other.
The regular crowd gathered inside the Red Baron to sip a pint of their favorite craft beer.
Some at the popular Burton bar hovered over the pool table, while others grabbed chicken wings or watched TV at a barstool while catching up with the barkeep.
That’s what Davison resident Bobby Kalush came in for — camaraderie and a sense of belonging — a place where joy elevates with every sudsy drink.
When Kalush walked through the heavy, thick wooden doors, something was off.
He saw Thomas Jacob Sanford , sitting alone in a corner booth with a cold beer.
Solemn, head down and quiet, Sanford wasn’t himself.
It stood in stark contrast to the person that Kalush called a childhood best friend.
Kalush said it struck him as eerie and u