She handed Judy an old graphite pencil.
Judy laid another sheet beneath the contact page.
Then gently shaded across the blank space.
Gray lines slowly began appearing.
Letters.
Numbers.
A name.
Everyone leaned closer.
The first name appeared immediately.
Eliza
Rylie's breath caught.
"It's her..."
Judy kept shading.
More letters emerged.
The last name...
Almost appeared.
Only the first two letters remained clear.
HA...
The rest had been torn away.
Silence.
"So close," Wolf muttered.
Judy wasn't disappointed.
She was smiling.
Mace noticed.
"You're happy."
"We don't need the whole name."
Sheriff Tate frowned.
"We don't?"
She shook her head.
"No."