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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?

are he's changed it by now." Violet tried

a friend whose sister worked at the precinct,

half-expected him to have forgotten about a case from twenty years

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

looked Leanne over with a pleased expression. "Saw your picture in the news a few days ago. You haven't changed a bit since

forgotten your parents'

out an 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

when you saw us. You answered our 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

her demeanor before the police. They thought

stripped of her parents

kidnappers, though it was his body. We investigated all his connections but found no links to