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Mace touched my shoulder.

“We have to move.”

I stood.

Elizabeth caught my wrist.

“Judy.”

I looked back.

“I remember that Evan carries a knife.”

“What kind?”

“A hunting knife. Black handle. He had it at Cabin Nine.”

My pulse quickened.

“How do you remember?”

“He held it against my mother’s throat.”

The tunnel seemed to narrow.

“What did your mother see?”

Elizabeth’s face crumpled.

“She found the trucks.”

“What trucks?”

“Behind the playground.”

Her voice shook.

“Children were inside them.”

The playground.

The empty center of the circle.

The place Evan had protected for eighteen years.

“My mother tried to take me and run. Walter stopped us. Evan dragged me away while Robert held her.”

“What happened to your mother?”

“I don’t know.”

Robert laughed from the ladder.

Elizabeth turned toward him.

For the first time, fear left her face.

“What did you do to her?”