Page 40 of Rangers Unexpected Return
“It’s unmarked.”
“Government plates. Three people in dark suits. You examined the welcome sign for twenty minutes.”
“We were there for ten.”
“Agnes will say twenty.”
My phone vibrated.
Captain Mills.
I looked at the name, then at the old camp brochure.
The Mills family.
Coincidences happened in investigations.
It usually didn’t announce itself this loudly.
I stepped away from the desk and answered.
“Langley.”
“Did you reach Eagle River?” Mills asked.
“We just arrived.”
“What have you found?”
I looked at Sheriff Tate.
He watched me.
“The symbol isn’t only the town sign. It belonged to an old summer camp.”
Silence followed.
It lasted less than a second.
Most people wouldn’t have noticed.
I did.
“What camp?” Mills asked.
“Camp Eagle River.”
Another pause.
“Never heard of it.”
I wrote his exact words in my notebook.
“Who owned it?” he asked.
“I’m still working on that.”
I didn’t look away from Sheriff Tate.
