Miranda is missing.
She was here yesterday.
Camera is missing.
Conclusion? Miranda probably has the camera.
There's not a note. No signs of a struggle, but I don't suppose that means anything. Her stuff isn't here.
And then there's the pictures.
Miranda left it up on the laptop.
I recognize... the first one is from out at the edge of the woodlot.
The second? No.
Conclusion? Miranda is running.
Fuck. Right. Okay. Caffeine. One stop. Then more running.
Running is better than sitting still at least.