He couldn`t move as seasoned as he was. There was something in this one that was too much for him. He had a daughter he hoped to live through. Four years old, ten years reach to this girl.
Please let my girl go without knowing what I know Don`t let her read this day on my face when I come home
Detective, take note of all you see, like her hand still holding the smallest leaf. Her neck angled too far for her body and her body`s position at the base of this tree.
He took measurements on a pad of paper, noted each bruise and abrasion. How could this happen to a girl so young?
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