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"Do you have his contact info?"

"No. We exchanged numbers then, but it was ages ago. With all the phone swapping, you had to save numbers manually back in the day. It's long gone." Violet asked, "You need him for something?"

Leanne said, "I wanted to ask about the case again."

Violet sighed, wanting to encourage her to move on and understanding it was easier said than done.

Leanne was so young then, witnessing the gruesome scene of her parents' demise, which must have left her with psychological trauma.

And after all these years, with the culprit still at large, how could the family move on?

number, odds are he's changed it by now." Violet tried to remember. "All I recall is

with a friend whose sister worked at the precinct, Leanne tracked down

called him, introducing herself, she half-expected him to have forgotten about a case from twenty years ago.

shop, and Wilbur dressed how you would picture a retired gentleman spending his days in the

your picture in the news a few days ago. You haven't changed a bit since you were a kid." Leanne's tense mood eased a

never forgotten your

cracked. While caressing the cover, he said, "This case

questions calmly. Most kids your age would be terrified, unable to recall the details, but you were unnaturally calm for someone your age. The things your parents had told you,

following her escape from that abandoned factory, nor did she remember her demeanor before the police. They

her parents and her sense of security, too scared even

it was his body. We investigated all his