"Look."
He studied the board.
"I've been looking."
"What do you notice?"
"They died."
"Besides that."
He was quiet.
Long enough that everyone else returned to what they were doing.
Then he stepped closer.
"They aren't standing."
"What?"
"In the camp photograph."
I looked again.
He was right.
Some sat.
Some stood.
Emily knelt beside Emma's cabin in another picture.
Rylie stood behind her.
"No..."
I whispered.
"What?"
Mace pointed toward the enlarged camp map.
"You've been arranging them by the order they died."
"Yes."
"What if that's wrong?"
My pulse quickened.
"What do you mean?"
He walked to the map.
"Where was each girl the night Emily disappeared?"
Silence.