It had been Corny after all. I didn’t know how, or why, but what other explanation could there be? He had shown up almost at the same time as Cameo, hadn’t he? He had known every detail of my schedule for the past two days. He had even been staying at the same campground as April Madison. And if the transmitter was tracking to my address now, he was the only one who was there. Even Marilee only worked half days on Saturdays and was long gone. It had to be him. But I just couldn’t believe it. I said slowly, “I think I know who has it.” There was a quickening of expectation in his eyes. “Can you get it back?” “I don’t know.” I bit down on my thumbnail anxiously. “I could be wrong.” A group of teenagers stopped by the table, picked up some brochures and put them down again, nudged each other, and pointed to Cameo. “Hey,” said one of them, “is that dog for sale?”
