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focused in on policemen searching cars as they came and left the park.
    “Well, good thing there’s not much in the car for them to go through,” Chris shrugged. “It shouldn’t take us too long to get through.”
    “Ugh, but we’ll probably get stuck behind some massive RV where they spend forever looking through every nook and cranny.” As soon as she said it, she knew it was disrespectful toward the girl that had vanished. If Jess disappeared, she would want a thorough search done to try and find her, so it was unfair to complain about it when someone might be in very real danger. Chris hadn’t taken much notice though, so she dropped the idea.
    After their meal, they began the journey back. In a few different fields near the park that had been so tranquil and calm in the morning, the police had trampled the ground and destroyed some of the crops as they wandered through looking for evidence. A lot of the corn was left broken in half and bowed over, as if the officers had found it too hard to simply walk straight down each row. The farmers were certainly going to be livid. It was easy to already picture news segments with an angry old man in a dirty baseball cap giving a soundbite that would be played over and over.
    At the entrance gate, they were only the fourth vehicle in the line. It moved along fairly quickly with officers having people pop their trunks and then checking the interiors with a few quick looks.
    As they pulled up, Chris tried to look as relaxed as possible, but not so loose that he looked drugged or suspicious. He always felt the same nervousness at the Canadian border, despite having nothing illegal or questionable on them. The officer asked him to pop the trunk, they rooted around inside for a moment, then waved them on through the gate.
    They took the main road around to their camp loop. Officers were everywhere scanning the area and watching cars pass by. They couldn’t imagine being a first-time visitor and driving into camp only to find it looking like a crime scene. It probably looked even worse if you were a foreign visitor getting your first few impressions of America.
    Pulling into their site, Chris swore loudly. Jess followed his gaze and added her own curse words. Mark’s rusty red truck was still parked next door.
    “Just ignore him,” Chris said.
    They climbed out and went about their business as if nothing had been awkward and unsettling about their morning encounter. At first, it seemed like they’d be left unbothered, but as soon as they relaxed, they heard, “Hey.”
    Chris subtly motion for Jess to stay where she was down near the fire pit. He walked up to meet Mark at the side of the road. They spoke quietly for a bit, then Chris headed back to Jess.
    “Steph still hasn’t come back. He wants help looking for her. I’ll go help him look, you can just hang out here.”
    Jess grabbed his arm and squeezed tightly. “Don’t go with him. Please. The police can help him. He needs to report her missing.”
    “He said he told the police this morning and they pretty much blew him off and said if they see anything they’ll let him know. He probably left them with a bad taste in their mouths. I mean, who knows how he reacted. I guess they pretty much tore up his tent and truck after he talked to them, but that’s about all they did. I’ll just commit to a couple hours. You can get some reading done while I’m gone.”
    Jess gave a small tug on his shirt as Chris turned away. He spun back to face her. She put her face in close to his. “What if he did the same thing to Steph as whatever happened to the missing girl? I mean, how do you know you aren’t going to walk off into the woods with his crazy ass and then get knifed in the back?”
    Chris patted her hand. “He seems really worried and pissed. I think he really needs help.”
    Jess turned up the intensity on her attempt to get through to him. “Do you know why so many people get their asses murdered? Because the