In silence, the Morenos and the MacIntyres stare at grainy footage from the Kmart security cameras. They are all seated around a table at the police station. Eric Pederssen lets the images speak for themselves, as a pair of giggly teenagers pay for a shopping cart of clothes, chocolate bars, and a six-pack of orange soda. On the police station table, a manila file folder lies open with an enlarged photo of a credit card receipt, scrawled with the signature: “Sopie Moreno.”
“I can’t believe she spelled my name wrong,” Ash’s mother comments.
The family members keep gazing at the tape. The girls exit the store into the parking lot. Ash teeters on high heels, chatting excitedly to her pal.
“No one was seen with them or following them, and they didn’t get into a vehicle. We can only assume t
