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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?

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

friend whose sister worked at the

years. When Leanne called him, introducing herself, she half-expected him to have forgotten about a case from twenty years ago. But before she finished, Wilbur said, "Oh,

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

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

forgotten your parents'

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

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 those days, the sequence

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

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

us with many leads, and we even found one of the kidnappers, though it was his body. We investigated all his connections