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“Sons?”

“Robert and Evan.”

The names entered the room quietly.

They meant something to Judy.

I saw it in the way she held her pen.

“Which son worked at the camp that summer?” she asked.

“Both of them had worked there over the years,” Tate said. “I don’t remember who was there that summer.”

Judy returned her attention to Rylie.

“Do you remember Robert or Evan Mills?”

“No.”

“Think carefully.”

“There were a lot of employees.”

“Did one of them spend time near your cabin?”

“I don’t know.”

Judy’s frustration showed for only a second.

She changed direction.

“Tell me about the night Emily disappeared.”

Rylie looked at Trigger.

He rubbed his thumb across her knuckles.

“We had a closing bonfire. Everyone was leaving the next morning. A storm moved in around ten, so we went back to the cabins.”

“Was Emily with you?”

“At the bonfire.”

“Did she return to the cabin?”

“I thought she did.”

“You didn’t see her?”

Rylie shook her head.

“It was raining. Everyone was running. I remember Emily standing near the trees.”

“Alone?”

“I don’t know.”

“Was she frightened?”