“Yeah,” said George. “And anyway, we all need to sleep.”

As much as I wanted to figure out what Emily had been trying to tell me, it was pretty difficult to argue with either of them. The store probably wasn’t open yet, and I had already made Bess and George stay awake for far too long.

“Okay, you’re both right,” I said. I held out my hands and helped them to their feet. “Let’s go back to our room. You’ve both earned a long nap.”

Bess smiled at me gratefully. George had already trudged past me, well on her way toward her bed.

Back in our room on the third floor, Bess and George fell into their beds without even changing their clothes. They were both asleep almost immediately, and the sound of George softly snoring filled the room.

I lay down on my bed and tried to sleep as well, but I just couldn’t manage it. I couldn’t talk to Mrs. Park yet, or ask to see her records, but I could go through every other piece of information I had.

I also still had Riley’s camera. I had taken it off when we entered our hotel room, and now it was resting on my stomach. I kept turning it over and over in my hands, wishing that the camera were digital. If it were, then I would already be able to see all the photographs I had taken at the museum. I wanted to scan them for any potential clues I had missed in the moment.

I set Riley’s camera on the nightstand next to me. There really wasn’t any use in just holding it and wishing I could see the images inside.

Instead I pulled out my cell phone. I still didn’t have any service, so I couldn’t do any research on the Internet. I flipped through some of my old messages. I had forgotten about everything George had sent to me yesterday morning, when we were in the local coffee shop. I opened up the files one by one, until I came to the photograph of a young Christopher DeSantos and a young Terry Lawrence, posing with their arms around each other’s shoulders.

Now that the image was on my phone, I could zoom in and peer at all the details I hadn’t been able to see before. I remembered what Beverly had told me, that she had kept some of her grandfather’s trinkets and souvenirs from his travels. She had said that it helped her feel closer to him. Both he and Terry Lawrence were covered in pieces of jewelry and other objects that could be considered trinkets. As I focused in on Christopher DeSantos, I couldn’t help but wonder which of these items Beverly still owned.

I swiped over to look more closely at Terry Lawrence. He had on a beaded necklace and that triangle-shaped earring I had noticed the first time I glanced at this photograph. I zoomed in as far as I could on his earring….