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

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