She pulled out the evidence bag. Showed Elaine the sign-in sheet. “This is the sign-in sheet from that clipboard. There are two signatures on here. Are either one of these yours?”

“No,” Elaine said. “But I signed the sheet. I’m sure I did.”

She had not mentioned that until Rena had specifically asked her about it. But that didn’t mean she was lying. “Were there any other signatures on the sheet when you did that?” Rena asked.

Again, Elaine closed her eyes as if she was trying to visualize the moment. “I don’t know. I really don’t remember.”

“When you signed the sheet, did you note the time?” Rena asked, pointing to the spot where it would have been entered.

“I...imagine I did.”

“But you don’t recall specifically?”

“No. Like I said, I don’t recall specifically noting the time. But I look at my watch a hundred times a day. It’s not a special action that I take. So I wouldn’t necessarily remember it. But if there was a spot there for the time, I’m sure I filled it in.” She looked at her daughter, as if seeking confirmation.

Leah didn’t offer it up. Her face was devoid of emotion.

But then again, her kid was missing. She probably felt as if she’d been run over by a train. “Earlier, Elaine, you said that after you saw Kara Wiese, you turned and left. You didn’t say anything about signing the sheet?”

“Look, I’m a little rattled here. I wasn’t thinking about everything that I did. But I signed the sheet. I turned, signed the sheet and left.”

“Okay,” Rena said. “Where did you go after you left here?”

“I went...” Elaine Broadstreet’s voice trailed off. “I went to work, of course. At Milo’s Motors.”

“What time did you arrive there?” Rena asked.

“Probably about 7:45,” Mrs. Broadstreet said. Her tone had cooled. “Although I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”

“Again, just trying to get a full understanding of the time lines,” Rena said.

Leah was now staring off into the corner. Elaine’s eyes were flicking toward the door, as if she might make a run for it.

“Where were you when your son-in-law contacted you this afternoon?” Rena asked.

“Still at work. At first, I didn’t understand what he was asking. I mean, I understood the words but it didn’t make sense. Why would he think that I had Emma?”

“What happened after the two of you talked?” Rena asked.

“I told him that I would meet him at the day care. I found my boss, told him I was leaving early, and I raced over here. I was sick, just sick, at the thought that Emma was missing. I was shaking so badly I could hardly drive.”

“Of course,” Rena said. “What’s your home address, Mrs. Broadstreet?”

“141 Duncan Avenue.”

“Would Emma know that?”