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something behind that could help,” Bill said.
    “Yeah,” Makara said. He and Agent Gents boarded the RV.
    Bill, Scott, Beth, and I headed toward the main building. I looked left to right around the parking lot. The tan building containing the bathrooms and vending machines sat in the center of two parking lots. The lot we were in was for larger vehicles, and standard cars took the far lot. I carried my line of sight across the red tin roof of the main building. A white camera attached to the peak stuck out like a sore thumb.
    I let out a quick whistle to get everyone’s attention and pointed at the camera. “They’ve got video.”
    “Let me find who we need to talk to about getting access,” Beth said.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Molly lowered the driver’s window and stopped.
    A man with white hair, wearing a tan button-up shirt, leaned from the window of a guard shack. “Camp site or visitor’s pass?” he asked.
    “A site if there are any available,” Molly said.
    “Sure, we have a few left. Why don’t you pull to the side over there and come in to take care of everything.” The man reached through his open window and pointed to where he wanted her to park.
    “Okay,” Molly said.
    He lifted the barrier, and she pulled the car through. Molly parked and shut the car off.
    “Hang tight, babe,” she said and stepped from the car.
    Molly had her hair pulled up and tucked underneath a ball cap. Her plaid shirt was wrapped around her waist. She hoped the skin-tight white undershirt with its plunging neckline would keep the eyes of the man at the counter off her face. She walked to the shack and pulled the door open. The small room consisted of a rack of brochures and maps and the front counter where the man waited.
    “Just you?” he asked.
    Molly walked to the counter and stood before him. She kept her head down, looking at the sheet on the clipboard sitting on his counter. Molly glanced up at him. The man looked to be in his sixties and was short and round. The skin under his chin hung and wiggled with each movement of his head. Molly looked back down.
    “My husband is meeting me later,” she said. “He wanted me to take care of the site before the office here closes.”
    “Sure,” he said. “Well, like I said, we have a couple of sites available. You can pick whichever you’d like from the ones here that aren’t highlighted. The ones at the back here have concrete slabs for motor homes, so if you’re putting up a tent, you’ll probably want to be in this area.” The man made a circle on the sheet with his fingertip.
    Molly bobbed her head and continued to look at the sheet. She put her finger down on the one she wanted. The campsite had two vacant spots at each side and was close to all the highlighted areas, which Molly assumed to be filled with RVs.
    “Um, I guess I’ll just take this one.” She briefly looked up at the man, who was staring at her chest.
    “Okay. Site fifty-four. And how many days?” he asked. He brought his line of sight up to meet hers.
    Molly looked down. “Just tonight,” she said.
    “All right. One night at campsite fifty-four, and that’s twenty-six dollars a night. How will you be paying?”
    “Cash.”
    “Sure. Fill that out for me.” He slid a sheet toward her. “Include your make, model, and license plate number there”—he pointed to the box—“and that will be twenty-six dollars even.”
    Molly fished through her purse for her wallet and paused. “Do you guys sell firewood?”
    “We have some just on the other side of the building here. Six bucks a bundle.”
    “Sure, let me get two.”
    “Okay.”
    The man gave Molly her total, and she paid. Molly filled out the form with a bunch of made-up information and took a second to glance at the car for a tag number, which she wrote down wrong purposefully.
    The man handed her a red tag to hang from the vehicle’s mirror.
    “Do you need help loading that wood up?” he asked.
    “Nope. I can handle it. Thanks,