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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?

it by now." Violet tried to remember. "All I recall

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

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

retired gentleman spending his days in the park, with thick eyebrows and a determined

a few days ago. You haven't changed a bit since you were a kid." Leanne's

never forgotten your

old notebook, its pages yellowed, and the spine cracked. While caressing the cover, he said, "This case remaining unsolved was one thing, but another reason was the impression you left

kids your age would be terrified, unable to recall the details, but you were unnaturally calm for someone your age.

escape from that abandoned factory, nor did she remember her demeanor before the police. They thought she was eerily calm, but her memories of

of her parents and her sense of

one of the kidnappers, though it was his body. We investigated all his connections but found no links to your family. His death