“We need to search that building,” A.L. said.

“Already done,” Louisa said. “I showed my boss this information before I came to you and he greased the wheels. They found some homeless. They did not find these two guys or a five-year-old girl.”

“You said that you had them jumping on the bus at another point. Can we see that?” A.L. asked.

“Yeah. This is Wednesday night. About 20:00 hours.”

“The night of Emma’s disappearance,” A.L. said.

“They’re at a bus stop on Poke Street, about eight blocks east of Clayton and Wake.” She pushed some buttons and the images on the screen flickered. “Here we go.”

Sure enough. Getting on the bus was Coyote Frogg and his friend, both looking as ill-kempt as ever. They took a seat but instead of sleeping, they were in an animated conversation. But not a happy one. Coyote looked especially pissed off.

“I wish I could tell what he was saying,” Rena said.

“Yeah. No audio and he’s not at a good angle to read his lips,” Louisa said.

Rena leaned forward. “What’s with their clothes?”

“Fuck,” A.L. said.

Both men were wearing exactly the same thing. Bib overalls over a long-sleeved red T-shirt with the word Wisconsin in white running down both sleeves. “Those look brand-new.”

“Brand-new clothes? Matching?” she said. “I don’t like it.”

“Why?” Louisa asked.

“Unless these two are secretly twins, and we’re pretty confident they’re not, it’s weird to dress alike. They weren’t dressed alike in the Monday video and their clothes weren’t new. So it seems as if these may have very recently been purchased from somewhere where there wasn’t much choice. Who does that? Purchases a whole outfit at one time?”

“Somebody who has to get rid of their clothes quickly,” A.L. said, his voice heavy. “Like somebody who had a kid’s DNA on them.”

No one said anything for a long minute.

Finally, A.L. motioned with his hand. “Let’s keep going. Where do they go?”

“Same place. But this time we got lucky. Well, sort of lucky.” The video continued, filming them getting off the bus and walking up the street.

“Definitely new clothes,” Rena said, pointing. Just barely visible was a tag hanging from the back of Coyote’s friend’s bibs.

Less than a half a block later, they approached a white Jeep, the kind the sides came off of, and got into the back seat. The car drove away.

The video stopped.

“That’s the vehicle that Gi-Gi and Barrett Thompson described. Do we pick it up later? Do we know where it went?” A.L. asked.