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"He knew."

Sheriff Tate slowly sat down.

"He had to."

Rylie stared at Walter's signature.

"My father never questioned that."

"Would anyone have?"

She slowly shook her head.

"He was the sheriff."

Exactly.

The sheriff didn't simply enforce the law.

People trusted him.

Emily had trusted him too.

Until she didn't.

Will quietly cleared his throat.

"I've got something."

Everyone gathered around his computer.

He had scanned the housing assignments.

The names of every camper appeared.

One cabin.

Two cabins.

Three.

Until he reached Cabin Nine.

It wasn't blank.

Someone had erased it.

"What?"

Will enlarged the page.

The paper fibers had been scraped.

Not crossed out.

Not covered with ink.

Removed.