What exactly had Lindsay been hoping to find here? Maybe a member who was currently living on Long Island’s East End, one who might confirm he had recently been at the Stansfields’. At least she could check the blood sample off her long list of worries.

She jumped one “class” group forward, covering her bases. More of the same.

She scanned the annual fundraising pleas, checking out the current cities listed for the few people who posted in response.

So glad to hear that COP camp is still around. Best days of my summers!

We should have a reunion.

LOL. Can’t believe you’re hitting us up for money when you let us be preyed upon by a sexual predator with no consequences. But that was all about the money too, wasn’t it?

Lindsay felt a jolt of energy as she reread the message. The woman who posted it was named Katy Barnes. Lindsay clicked on Katy’s photo, but the resulting profile page was set to private.

She hit the back button and read the replies to Katy’s post.

WTF are you talking about? That camp saved my life.

OMG I heard a rumor YEARS later but had no idea it was true. I’m so sorry if that happened to you.

And a final message from the camp administrator who had organized the reunion groups. We are distraught and saddened to hear this allegation for the first time. We have no knowledge of any current or prior misconduct at the Community Oriented Police Youth Camp and are eager to listen to you fully and to complete an investigation. I am also sending you a private message with contact information for both myself and the police department’s bureau of internal affairs.

The message was posted two days after the original remark. Lindsay had no doubt the camp administrator had been waiting for guidance from the city’s legal department.

If Katy Barnes had responded to the post, she hadn’t done so publicly, at least not on this page.

What did any of this have to do with Hope? She pulled a legal pad from her bag and started jotting down every piece of information she had gathered.

The blood at the camp den mother’s house. Sexual abuse at the camp. Lindsay’s long-held suspicion that Hope’s amnesia could be the result of psychological trauma.

Lindsay had only once asked Hope directly whether she believed she might have been sexually abused. It was after Hope’s longest relationship—almost two years—had ended. Carl Walsh was Hopewell’s best mechanic, the older brother of one of Lindsay’s childhood classmates. He was nice and loved Hope like crazy. Lindsay thought he’d be around for the long haul. Instead, Hope showed up at Lindsay’s apartment in New York City, saying she needed to get out of Hopewell for a few days. She and Carl were over.