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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?

if I had the number, odds are he's changed it by now." Violet tried to

sister worked at the precinct, Leanne tracked down Officer

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

you would picture a retired gentleman spending his days in the park,

the news a few days ago. You haven't changed

never forgotten

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 you left

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 parents had told you, what the kidnappers said during

demeanor before the

child stripped of her parents and her sense of security, too

We investigated all his connections but found no links