He killed hundreds of children in quick succession. At that time, for my safety, George was away on a case, and Sarah took time off work to stay at home with me all the time.
It was also the final memory of love I had of my parents.
George took the cigarette butts he had removed from the crevices of my body and handed them to Samuel, saying sternly, "Check on them to see if there's any DNA residue on them. I can't tell right now how long this has been in the victim's body and if it's been washed away by bodily fluids, but it's the only clue."
With that, he turned around and looked at the other side.
"Also, see if anyone has come to report a crime recently. If a girl from a family is reported missing, pay more attention to it.
"The deceased's blood has been sent for data comparison, but the results may take at least three days to come out."
As he finished speaking, George's cell phone rang.
"George, the birthday present I sent Eleanor was returned. Why did she refuse it? Is Eleanor with you?"
That was my aunt, Audrey Mitchell.
Audrey was the only one who cared about me after Sarah died.
Only Audrey would wish me a happy birthday every year on it.