“You want to know about Camp Slaughter?” “Camp what?” Emeril wasn’t pretending here. He didn’t know what he was talking about. “Camp Slaughter,” Harold repeated. “Hold on,” it was Molly who interjected. “Harold, do you mind if I record this?” “Like video?” “Yeah,” Molly said. “For a film we’re doing on our investigation.” “Someone pinch me,” Harold laughed.
