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“So, you got this at that squatter’s garbage pile in the old campground?” Sheriff Olsen said when I dangled the grungy tennis shoe in front of him. It had a combined moldy/fermented smell and I held it by its shoelace. Tobey looked distressed, as if sensing that he was losing claim to his find.
“Yup,” I said.
“Tobey found it,” Nikko said.
“Good dog,” Sheriff Olsen said. “I think this is the vic’s missing shoe. We’re pretty sure she was killed somewhere other than where the body was found, but probably close by.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Then put in the grain bin until, ah, she could be, I don’t know, buried or something.”
“I—and likely the state police—will want to talk to this person who is living there in that campground,” Sheriff Olsen said. “You say you have some video from a trail
