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“No. She looked angry.”

“At whom?”

“I couldn’t see.”

“What happened next?”

“I went back to the cabin. I fell asleep. The next morning, Emily’s bed was empty.”

“Was the pink polish still there?”

Rylie stared at her.

“I don’t know.”

“Was her hairbrush gone?”

“I don’t know.”

“What was Emily wearing at the bonfire?”

“Jeans and a red camp sweatshirt.”

Judy wrote it down.

“Did the police ask you that?”

“No.”

“Did they interview you?”

“Sheriff Mills asked whether Emily had been drinking or seeing anyone.”

“What did you tell him?”

“She had one beer. She wasn’t dating anyone.”

“Did you tell him about the fingernail polish?”

“I tried.”

“What do you mean, you tried?”

“He said it didn’t matter.”

Judy’s eyes hardened.

“Did anyone else question you?”

“Emily’s father.”

Sheriff Tate shifted behind her.

“When?” Judy asked.

“A few days after they found her. He came to our house.”

“What did he want?”