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I kicked him beneath the table.

He jerked.

“What was that for?”

“I thought I saw a spider.”

“You kicked me.”

“It was near your foot.”

Rylie looked between us.

Her smile told me she understood exactly what had happened.

I returned to the employee list.

“Did you ever go to Camp Eagle River?”

Rylie’s cup stopped above Will’s cup.

Rylie stared at the papers on the table.

“Yes.”

I looked up.

“When?”

“I worked there the summer before college. I went there growing up.”

My attention sharpened.

“What did you do?”

“I was a junior counselor. Mostly, I kept twelve-year-old girls from drowning each other in the lake.”

“Why didn’t you mention that earlier?”

“You didn’t ask.”

“Your father said we were investigating the camp.”

“My father told me you were looking into something connected to it. He didn’t tell me why.”

Sheriff Tate leaned back.

“Did anything unusual happen that summer?” I asked.

“It was a camp filled with teenagers. Everything was unusual.”

“Anything dangerous?”

She considered the question.

“One of the horses got loose. A cabin flooded during a storm. Two counselors were caught drinking in the boathouse.”

“Did anyone disappear?”