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though.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Positive.”
    “Um, all right. Enjoy your stay,” he said.
    Molly walked from the shack and around the side. She lifted two bundles of wood by the straps binding them, one with each hand, and walked to the car. She opened the rear passenger door, tossed both bundles into the backseat, and then got behind the wheel.
    “Everything good?” Nick asked.
    “Yeah, he was staring at my chest the entire time. We’re fine. I got us a campsite near the RVs with empty sites on each side.” Molly started the car and headed down the road.
    “Good,” Nick said. “Tell me when we’re clear.”
    “We’re coming up on a corner. Hold on.”
    Molly looked at a sign planted in the ground at the T intersection. Sites one to thirty were to the left, thirty-one to seventy to the right. Molly turned right toward their campsite and looked back over her shoulder toward the back of the car.
    “We’re good,” she said.
    Nick popped up from under the blanket in the hatch area of the car and climbed over the wood to the passenger seat. “How did it look? A lot of people or no?”
    “We’ll have some options.”
    “Okay.”
    Molly followed the signs and winding roads toward their site. The roads they looked down all held campsites with various brightly colored tents and people rummaging about. They spotted a few RVs and pull-behind campers scattered about.
    “There we go, a bunch of RVs,” Nick said. He pointed out the windshield. Large RVs could be seen off to the right in the distance.
    “Yeah, our site should be in there somewhere,” Molly said.
    She made a right at the sign that listed campsites fifty to sixty. The sections on the left were reserved for tents, and directly across were the concrete-slabbed sites, all containing people, RVs, picnic tables and the like. Molly continued forward at an idle. She looked at each RV and noted the number of people at each site. The smell of campfire smoke filled the car.
    Molly backed into the matted-down grass and dirt of their campsite and shut the car off. The site was half the size of a basketball court and sparsely wooded on the sides, to separate it from the connecting sites. A beat-up red picnic table sat next to a half-burned metal ring for a campfire.
    “Let’s get our stuff out and get the tent set up,” Nick said. “We need to keep up appearances. Just keep an eye out for something promising. We’ll take a walk after we’re set up and it gets dark, to look around further.”
    They stepped out of the car and unloaded everything from the back onto the picnic table.
    They did their best to look like a pair of campers getting set up—they searched for a level spot to put up the tent, loaded sleeping bags inside, and set out the rest of their gear. Nick tossed a blanket over the hood of the car—anyone walking past wouldn’t be able to identify it or see the license plate on the front bumper.

CHAPTER EIGHT
    We’d searched the entire rest stop and surrounding area and found no signs of the couple. The security office was unmanned though Beth managed to get a hold of someone who was en route and could help us view the footage from the parking-lot cameras.
    Scott and I had banged on the doors of two of the three semis that had been in the rest area’s parking lot since we’d arrived. We needed to see if any of the drivers had witnessed anything or gotten a glimpse of the couple that arrived in the RV. We came up empty with the first two men—neither had seen anything, and the RV had already been there when they arrived.
    Scott and I stopped at the door of the third semi. I reached up and banged on the red driver’s-side door of the rig. The truck was a car hauler with a trailer full of new Toyotas. A moment later, I spotted a man climbing into the driver’s seat. The door opened.
    I reached into my suit jacket and pulled out my credentials. “Afternoon. Agents Rawlings and Matthews with the FBI. We’d like to ask you a couple of