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interrupting my train of thought. “There are so many of us . . . and the Jaca B&B is so small.”
    â€œWe’ll have to double up if needed.” Becca glanced at me. “Georgia can stay in my room.”
    Juan Jose didn’t look happy, but he nodded anyway. “I’ll take care of it.”
    She took a deep breath and clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Gang, it’s unfortunate, but due to the turn of events we have to leave camp and head into town. We’ll be staying at the Jaca B&B with the rest of the crew.”
    DeeCee sprang forward, suddenly happy. “Oh, goodness!” She clasped Daisy’s hand and asked, “Does that mean we get a bathroom?”
    â€œWith a shower and everything?” Daisy squealed.
    Juan Jose frowned.
    Becca said, “I don’t mean to disappoint, ladies, but it’s a small B&B. It only has a few floors and the rooms don’t have their own lavatories. There’s a shared bathroom on each floor.”
    Daisy’s face crumpled, and she squeezed DeeCee’s hands for strength.
    Watching them process the information that they’d have to share the restroom with the other ladies on thecast and crew, as if they were being given a death sentence, made my heart plummet. What would that poor woman have given for the opportunity to spend a few nights in a B&B, regardless of the shared bathroom situation, instead of cold, alone, and dead on a trail in the Pyrenees.
    Dead but not forgotten.
    Anger burned behind my eyes and tears spilled down my face.
    I’d see that she got justice.
    No matter who was responsible . . .
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    I felt strange leaving camp. It was as if I were leaving Scott behind. We weren’t allowed to take any of our personal belongings with us to the Jaca B&B, as the crime scene team had taken over the campsite. It felt incredibly invasive knowing they would be swabbing my gear, but somehow I found comfort in the fact that maybe if they looked at everything closely it could mean finding Scott sooner.
    On the ride into town, DeeCee and Daisy continued to complain about the bathroom situation.
    Cooper, acting as the voice of reason, said, “Staying in a B&B, even if it is small, is better than staying in a tent. And anyway, sharing the bathroom is better than an outhouse any day.”
    Daisy batted her eyelashes at him and said in a tone as smooth as honey, “Oh, that’s easy for you to say, you’re used to sharing.”
    Cooper eyed her suggestively. “Not used to sharing everything, doll.”
    â€œOh! You’re so bad, Cooper.” DeeCee screeched. “She meant, as in sharing a locker room!”
    I turned away from them and stared out at the rolling countryside. The hills were green and lush, and flocks of sheep could be seen in the distance. Soon, we pulled into the small town of Jaca, meandering around the cramped streets, until we turned off onto a narrow dirt road.
    The B&B, a three-story white building, sat atop a hillside. There were potted plants in the balconies and I was charmed immediately, wishing that the circumstances of my visit were different.
    Each team would share a room, and Becca and I would bunk together. Even though I didn’t have Scott next to me, I felt grateful to have my best friend by my side.
    The ladies team, DeeCee and Daisy, were given a room on the second floor, while the other teams were assigned to the third floor. Because Becca had already spent the night in our room, her belongings covered every surface in the tiny room.
    â€œSorry,” she said, as she pulled a flowered skirt off what was to be my bed.
    I sank onto the twin-sized mattress and laid my head down, sighing, “No problem.”
    Becca tapped my foot. “Don’t get all depressed. We’re going to find him. Everything is going to be all right.”
    I nodded. “Uh-huh.”
    She made a