Sheriff Tate rubbed his jaw.
"If he took her registration..."
"...he didn't want anyone learning her last name."
"Exactly."
Judy looked at the remaining paperwork.
"So let's find another way."
Hazel quietly spoke.
"The emergency contact sheet."
Judy looked over.
"What about it?"
"If children were picked up..."
"...someone signed them out."
Hope flickered again.
Judy carefully unfolded the brittle sheet.
Rows of names.
Parent signatures.
Departure times.
She ran her finger slowly down the page.
Cabin One.
Cabin Two.
Cabin Three.
...
Cabin Nine.
There it was.
Eleven signatures.
She counted again.
"One..."
"Two..."
"...eleven."
Her heart sank.