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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?

by now." Violet tried to remember. "All I recall is that we call him Officer

a friend whose sister worked at the precinct, Leanne

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

a retired gentleman

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

forgotten your

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

recall the details, but you were unnaturally calm for someone your age. The things your parents had told you, what the kidnappers said during those days, the sequence of

abandoned factory, nor did she remember her demeanor before

child stripped of her parents and

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