The middle column held printed text messages, call records, and family group chat alerts, starting with the message Caroline sent my cousin on December twenty-seventh.

The right column held the official documents, including the copy of the police department records search and the public intake report stamped with its official administrative log time.

Evan rubbed his knuckles as he looked down at the three rows of white paper.

“It looks like a file from a courtroom,” he said.

“It’s an index,” I said.

I took a sheet of lined notepaper and wrote the numbers one through twelve down the left margin in black ink.

Next to line one, I wrote the exact timestamp from the district intake document: December twenty-fourth at two o’clock PM.