"What kind of playground?" I asked.
She swallowed.
"A little one."
"For children too young to go to camp."
My heart pounded.
Emma wasn't hidden in Cabin Nine because she lived there.
Cabin Nine was only where Emily could safely visit her.
Emma belonged somewhere else.
Someone had moved her.
The real secret...was buried beneath the old playground.
Mace looked at me.
The same thought had reached both of us.
The Keeper hadn't been protecting Cabin Nine.
The playground had been removed years after the camp closed, leaving only an open patch of ground.
28
JUDY
Nobody touched the hidden compartment.
Nobody touched Emily's key.
For the first time since arriving in Eagle River...
The Keeper had left bait.
And we walked away.
That was our first victory.
The tavern dining room had become a war room.
Maps covered three tables.
Emily's letter lay beneath glass.
The camp photographs lined the wall.
Will had enlarged every image until individual faces filled separate pages.
The women no longer looked like victims.
They looked like teenagers.
Girls with scraped knees.