I see scratches on her arms from the thorny bushes and I can’t help but remember all the times my mamm sent me to pick raspberries or blackberries. I always returned scratched and bleeding, but it was always worth the pain because I ate as many as I harvested.

“Did you know she’s missing?” I ask.

The girl’s expression falls. “I heard.”

“We’re trying to find her.”

She looks down at the bag in her hand.

I spot a ripe berry growing low on the bush, pull it off, and eat it. “They are good.”

“My datt says it’s because of all the rain.”

I pluck a few more berries and drop them into her bag. “I understand you and Annie are friends.”

“She’s my best friend.”

I nod. “Her mamm and datt told me Annie has some English friends. Did she ever talk about them?”

The girl steps away from me, as if the act of distancing herself will make me and my questions go away. “I don’t know anything about that.”

I tilt my head to make eye contact. “Are you sure?”

She begins picking berries at a frantic pace, pulling off leaves and small branches and throwing them into the bag.

“You’re not in any trouble,” I tell her. “Neither is Annie. We just want to find her. Her parents are worried.” I pick a few berries and drop them into her bag.

The words seem to get through to her. She lowers her hand and gives me her full attention. “She has too many English friends. She’s been riding in their cars. Smoking. You know, Englischer kind of things. I told her it was against the Ordnung, but . . .”

I nod. “Sometimes young people do things. They make mistakes.”

For the first time, she looks at me as if I might not be the enemy.

I’m aware of Tomasetti in the Tahoe a few yards away, waiting, watching us. “Did Annie ever mention a boyfriend?”

She moves a branch aside and pulls off a big purple berry. “Ja.”

“Do you know his name?”

She stops what she’s doing and looks at me. I see in her eyes a tangle of misery and confusion and the terrible weight of a fear she doesn’t understand—all of it tempered by the hope that her friend is okay. “She asked me not to tell.”

“We think Annie could be in danger.” I wait, but she doesn’t respond, so I add, “Honey, you’re not in any trouble. Okay? We just want to find her. If you know something, please tell me.”