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“It’s unmarked.”

“Government plates. Three people in dark suits. You examined the welcome sign for twenty minutes.”

“We were there for ten.”

“Agnes will say twenty.”

My phone vibrated.

Captain Mills.

I looked at the name, then at the old camp brochure.

The Mills family.

Coincidences happened in investigations.

It usually didn’t announce itself this loudly.

I stepped away from the desk and answered.

“Langley.”

“Did you reach Eagle River?” Mills asked.

“We just arrived.”

“What have you found?”

I looked at Sheriff Tate.

He watched me.

“The symbol isn’t only the town sign. It belonged to an old summer camp.”

Silence followed.

It lasted less than a second.

Most people wouldn’t have noticed.

I did.

“What camp?” Mills asked.

“Camp Eagle River.”

Another pause.

“Never heard of it.”

I wrote his exact words in my notebook.

“Who owned it?” he asked.

“I’m still working on that.”

I didn’t look away from Sheriff Tate.