text: ill his mother. I didn't know either so I phoned the factory where he works first thing this morning before I found... they told me he'd been at work all evening when that little girl was killed. That's something. I have their phone number on a pad downstairs, you can check it yourself."
  
  Richards takes her up on her word and returns to tell you that Barber's colleagues confirm his alibi. You have no further business here and with one last glance at the dead paedophile lying calmly on the bed you offer your condolences to Mrs Barber and leave the house. Your pursuit of James Barber appears to have come to a literal dead end and you can either try to trace Miguel Colon or wrap up this part of your investigations.
  
  > pursue Colon to New York
  You and Richards manage to trace Colon to New York through the taxi that he used to get there: by the time you arrive he has already left. A lengthy investigation reveals he booked passage on a ship heading to his native Puerto Rico just two days after his arrival in New York (and four days after the murder of his niece Carmen) and has in fact already arrived back in his island homeland. Not to be deterred you and Richards start making arrangements through the Justice Department and a few months later you receive permission to fly out to San Juan to interview Miguel.
  
  Miguel has been living with relatives in the capital city of San Juan but apparently, he got wind of your impending arrival because when you arrive at the home of his Puerto Rican relatives you find that Miguel has decamped once more. In this case he has, somewhat remarkably, fled into the thick tropical jungle of the island's interior where he is actually choosing to live wild, sleeping on the ground and in the trees of a dangerous jungle, rather than talk to you. You and Richards hire guides and tracking dogs but fail to locate your elusive fugitive for three weeks until eventually, hungry and exhausted, he gives up and surrenders himself to local officials.
  
  You and Richards are finally able to confront your suspect. Miguel Colon is a tall, thin Hispanic man with black hair and is about twenty-five years old. He has a hungry and hunted look, due at least partly to his weeks on the run in the jungle, and is extremely nervous throughout your interview. With Richards taking notes you consider the questions you want to ask him.
  
  > Why did you run from you?
  Miguel shifts uncomfortably. "Oh, you know what it's like for us Puerto Ricans in the U.S. We get blamed for everything and it's impossible to get a fair hearing. I know I don't have any alibi for the night my niece was murdered so I thought you might try to pin it on me. I mean, how can I prove I didn't do it? I shouldn't have run... it was stupid and it wasn't fair on Guillermina. The more I ran the harder it got to hand myself in... have you never panicked at the thought you might be blamed for something you didn't do?"
  
  "Not really Mr Colon," you tell him stiffly.
  
  > Can you describe your movements on the night your niece was abducted and killed?
  Miguel sighs. "I went for a drive. No, before you ask, no one can confirm it and I didn't see anyone I recognized. Have you never done that though, just gone for a drive to clear your head? I'd been having a hard time at work and with Guillermina and I just wanted to get out on my own for a bit. I picked the worst possible time but that was just bad luck. I made it worse by running. I know how it must look but you've got to believe me – I didn't have anything to do with what happened to Carmencita."
  
  He glances briefly at both you and Richards before sighing and putting his elbows on the table, lowering his head and rubbing his face with his hands.
  
  > Did you kill Carmen Colon?
  "No, 100% no." Miguel says firmly glancing alternately from you to Richards and back to you. "I would never have harmed that little girl – she meant the world to her mother. She was such a pretty, little thing, maybe we should have protected her better. I don't know, I think we both – that's me and Guillermina – we both thought the streets were safer. I mean, we know that here in San Juan this kind of thing happens all the time. We just thought things were better in Rochester, if we'd have known that they weren't we wouldn't have let her go off on her own so often, would we?"
  
  He glances at both you and Richards and offers a weak smile.
  
  > finish the interview
  "Alright that's it, Mr Colon," you tell him, stop the interview and step outside with Richards.
  
  "Do we have enough to charge him?" Richards asks you eagerly. You sigh and close your eyes briefly. "No."
  
  "What do you mean no?" Richards hisses. "He doesn't have an alibi. He ran from us all the way to... I mean how many fugitives do you know who have fled all the way into the jungles of Puerto Rico? And he expects us to believe he ran away and went to live in the jungle just because he was scared? I mean, come on, it's just not believable."
  
  "We don't have any proof," you tell Richards wearily. "He hasn't confessed to it; we don't have any witnesses placing him at the scene and there is no physical evidence either at the crime scene or anywhere else to incriminate him. The Puerto Ricans won't let us extradite him to the U.S. without either a confession, definite eyewitness testimony or conclusive physical evidence. Hell, we'd be lucky if we could get him for wasting police time considering we can't even charge him."
  
  "So, we just let him go?" Richards asks. You sigh and nod. Richards turns on his heel. Miguel looks startled when your partner walks back into the room and tells him he is free to leave and then his face splits into a wide smile. As you watch the young man walk out of the far door you feel deeply, deeply uncomfortable. There is nothing you can do. You and Richards are in a grim mood as you board your flight back to New York.
  
  > wrap up this part of your investigation
  Months roll by without any further leads into who killed Carmen Colon. Of your two prime suspects James Barber is found to have died of natural causes in Ohio while Miguel Colon is tracked down to Puerto Rico, interviewed and then released for lack of evidence – he subsequently returns to New York and resumes living with his partner, Carmen's mother Guillermina. The only new clues to be found are Carmen's torn underwear and trousers, discovered abandoned along the side of Interstate 490, but they yield no fresh evidence.
  
  A year passes and Carmen's death looks destined to become yet another unsolved case, one of the countless unresolved and unavenged tragedies.
  
  Then the killer strikes again.
  
  Fear and recognition flood through you as a colleague reports an incoming emergency call. "A Joyce Walkowicz has just reported her eleven-year-old daughter Wanda has gone missing. Mrs Walkowicz sent her to out to buy groceries at 5pm and she never came back. Wanda's mother started searching for her and employees at the grocery confirm Wanda visited the store and left with groceries about 5.15, she hasn't been seen since. Her mother phoned us at 7.45."
  
  "We'll take it," you tell your colleague and walk with Richards briskly out of the station. "Do you think it's the same person as last time?" Richards asks you. "Yeah," you reply briefly. You have two possible destinations in mind: the Walkowicz Household or the Grocery Store where Wanda was last seen.
  
  > drive to the Walkowicz home
  You drive out to the Walkowicz house, a rather forlorn building with a dilapidated air right next to the city's main trainline. You ring the doorbell and to your surprise it is opened by a young child who silently leads you into the kitchen where Mrs Walkowicz, a prematurely aged lady with a lined face and untidy red hair, is sitting at a table. She is drinking fairly steadily from a bottle of cheap gin, a hobby which seems to be a regular one judging by the impressive number of empty bottles scattered all around the room. A children's colouring book with a half coloured in picture and several colouring pens is lying on the table.
  
  "They've taken my Wanda," Mrs Walkowicz tells you blearily. "She told me the other night she was walking along the railway around midnight with a friend and a man started following them. She ran off and said he chased her all the way back here to the house. I shouldn't have sent her out today. She was drawing in her colouring book. We didn't have any food or – or drinks though. Someone needed to go. Wanda always wanted to help, that's who she was. She was such a good kid. Such a good kid."
  
  Mrs Walkowicz shakes her head and swallows another shot. Behind her you catch sight of a picture of Wanda, a smiling girl with a freckled face, red hair and slightly uneven teeth. She looks a bit like the girl in the musical Annie but, like Carmen, she is skinny and short for her age. After making arrangements to ensure that Mrs Walkowicz and her children will be looked after you leave the unhappy house and return to your car. "Sometimes I hate this job," Richards mutters as you both get in.
  
  > drive to the Grocery store
  You drive to the grocery store on Conkey Avenue, a fairly busy road, where Wanda was last seen. Police have already been and the young store clerk, Noah Hampton, is expecting you. "That little girl was in here about 5.15pm," he tells you. "She bought quite a lot of groceries, far too many for a little girl of that age – I'd say she was shopping for her whole family for a week. It filled two bags and she struggled to carry them out the door. The last I saw of her was when she turned left and walked down the street." Going outside and glancing left down the street you see it is in the direction of her home, about ten or fifteen minutes walking distance. Indifferent people pass you by, walking in all directions, and you consider how Wanda must have felt as she began her final journey.
  
  > join the search for Wanda
  You join the melancholic search for little Wanda Walkowicz, focusing on the areas where she was last seen and also the same sites where Carmen was sighted and her body found. Nothing is found during the night but the following morning the sad news comes through that Wanda's body has been discovered by a searching police officer. She lies silent and still at the base of a slope that runs alongside Route 104, a highway that connects Rochester to the village of Webster.
  
  You arrive on the scene with an uncomfortable feeling of deja vu. As with Carmen, Wanda's body has rolled from the top to the base of the slope, mud and vegetation imprints on her hands and clothes. Unlike Carmen, Wanda's body is fully clothed but there are similar strangulation marks on her neck. Wanda is lying where she came to rest, curled up on her side, her eyes closed as though she were sleeping. As you arrive police officers are getting ready to transport her to her autopsy.
  
  > tell them to wait while you investigate the crime scene
  You indicate for the officers to hold on while you and Richards explore the surrounding area. Nothing is found in the surrounding area but as you return and examine Wanda's body you make an interesting discovery. She is wearing a black coat and there are small, curled white hairs on her coat. Picking them off you show them to a forensics officer who identifies it as white cat hair. Richards makes a quick radio call to officers stationed at the Walkowicz family home and they confirm that while the Walkowicz family owns a small brown dog they have no cats or animals with white fur. Having found a potentially important clue you have the animal hair bagged and allow officers to transport Wanda's body to her autopsy.
  
  > Wanda's autopsy
  Again, Dr Church is called upon to perform the autopsy of another young child and again he discusses his findings with you and Richards in his office afterwards. "Wanda was killed by strangulation from behind with a ligature of some kind, probably a belt as the markings on her neck are consistent with that," he tells you in his matter-of-fact monotone. "The only other wounds on her body were small defensive wounds on her hands. It would appear that she tried to fight off her attacker."
  
  Dr Church pauses to take a breath. "Miss Walkowicz was raped before death. We have managed to extract a small sample of her assailant's DNA from her body. This is very important because it can be cross-referenced with our database of known offenders, as well as any new suspects which may come to light, to help identify her killer. It seems that her body was redressed after her rape and probable death as her clothes are not disordered. An analysis of her stomach shows that she consumed a small quantity of custard shortly before her death."
  
  "Excuse me Dr Church, custard?" you ask in surprise. "Yes, custard," he confirms. "A milk or cream-based liquid thickened with egg yolk commonly found in cakes and desserts-" You raise a hand to cut him off. "Was custard among the items Wanda bought at the grocery store?" you ask Richards. He checks his notepad and shakes his head. "Was there any custard at her home?" Richards leaves to phone officers at the house and returns to inform you that the Walkowicz house was practically empty of food at the time Wanda was sent to the store. Further checks confirm that she could not have got it at school or from friends earlier in the day.
  
  "Doctor, do you mean to suggest that Wanda's killer gave her custard shortly before she was killed?" "It would appear so," Church tells you. "If her attacker was in a car or van it may have been part of an inducement to encourage her to enter the vehicle. The custard, the different form of strangulation - from behind with a belt rather than from in front with hands - dressed state of the body and lack of significant additional injuries are all ways that Wanda's death differs from that of Carmen Colon's if you are thinking of that connection."
  
  You are indeed and thanking Dr Church for his time you and Richards go back to your shared office to talk things over. "I have three potential witnesses that saw Wanda shortly before and during her abduction," Richards tells you flicking open his notepad. "Molly Cohen, a classmate of Wanda's, says she saw her walking down the street towards her home carrying grocery bags. Salim Kaser alleges he saw Wanda talking to the driver of a brown car. Finally, Amelia-Grace Tanner says she saw a man pulling Wanda into a light-coloured car. Their testimonies may be of some use."
  
  > talk to Molly Cohen
  You drive to the Cohen household and Molly's mother opens the door. She leads you inside to where Molly is doing her homework at the kitchen table: she is a nervous-looking girl about ten years old with short brown hair. Her mother encourages her to repeat what she told police officers before.
  
  "I know Wanda from school, we're in the same year," she tells you both, avoiding eye contact. "I was walking home down Avenue B with my friends Joe and Mary when we saw Wanda on the other side of the road, she was walking home but going the other way. I don't think she saw us. She had some big grocery bags and was having trouble carrying them, I saw her stop and lean one against a fence so she could get a better hold on the handle. As we walked by a brown car came along and stopped near her. We kept walking, didn't look back and didn't see anything else."
  
  You prompt the child gently but she doesn't know anything about car makes and can't describe the driver. She admits she wasn't friends with Wanda but just knew her as a classmate. "Wanda didn't have many friends," she says, looking down. Her mum chides her but you encourage her to speak. "We all knew Wanda was a bit weird," Molly continues. "She was always fighting or getting into trouble. I feel bad for her now. We all should have done more to help her."
  
  Molly suddenly starts crying and hugs her mother so you and Richards quietly leave.
  
  > talk to Salim Kaser
  Salim Kaser is a smartly dressed man in a suit, who is just returning home from work as you arrive at his house. "I believe I saw the girl on the evening she disappeared," he tells you in a light Indian accent. "She was holding two big shopping bags and talking to the driver of a brown car. I didn't really look; I didn't see the driver and I don't know much about cars. I didn't think about it at all then but when I read the papers, I thought I better come forward and mention it." You thank him for his time.
  
  > talk to Amelia-Grace Turner
  Amelia Grace-Turner turns out to be an enthusiastic middle-aged big lady with a red face who arranges to meet you at a coffee shop across the street from the Walkowicz household. "I used to do some baby-sitting for Joyce, that is Mrs Walkowicz, before her drinking picked up and she didn't have any money left to pay for sitters anymore," she tells you in a cheerful, chatty way. "I know Wanda and all the children, known them since they were babies. They all think the world of me and whenever they see me, they always say 'Hello Mrs Turner, when can we come over to your house and play again?'."
  
  "You reported seeing Wanda being abducted?" Richards prompts her. "Oh yes I saw that," Mrs Turner says breathlessly. "It was about 5.30pm. I saw a man pulling her into a light-coloured Dodge Dart on Conkey Avenue. I didn't get a good look at the driver but I saw him grab her arm and pull her into the car. Saw it with my own two eyes."
  
  "And you didn't think it was suspicious...?" Richards asks, clearly confused. "Well I was with friends in a bar across the street," Mrs Turner tells him. "I saw it through the bar window. I thought it might have been a relative or family friend giving her a ride home." "You are quite sure it was a light-coloured Dodge Dart?" Richards asks, again puzzled, checking his notes. "Fairly sure," Mrs Turner says, sounding uncertain for the first time. "I didn't have my glasses on or anything..." You thank Mrs Turner for her time.
  
  > wrap up this part of the investigation
  You and Richards drive back to the police station in silence, a silence that lasts right up until you get to your shared office and flop down on your seats. "Not much to go on is it?" Richards says finally. Before you can answer you spot something on your desk and pick it up. It is a newspaper that one of your fellow officers has dropped off, having circled the lead headline with a marker. You give a deep sigh as you read the headline and first paragraph:
  
  The notorious Double Initial Killer has killed a second time. Seventeen months ago, schoolgirl Carmen Colon was killed and her body dumped on the outskirts of the village of Churchville. A few days ago, another young girl, Wanda Walkowicz, was similarly abducted, killed and her remains abandoned outside the village of Webster. Local policemen seem to be at a loss as to the identity of this deadly serial killer and until he is apprehended, we advise all parents not to let their children walk the streets alone."
  
  You hand the article to Richards to read and when he has finished, he just throws the newspaper down and shakes his head. More bad news is on the way: the DNA recovered from Wanda's body does not match with any known convicted sex offender meaning that you are dealing with an unknown individual. Upon consideration the only individual you can think of as a possible suspect is Carmen Colon's uncle Miguel Colon.
  
  > visit Miguel
  You decide to visit Miguel Colon at Guillermina Colon's apartment. When you arrive, you are surprised to learn from Guillermina that she and Miguel have separated and that she has reunited with her husband Justiniano – Guillermina explains it as "leaving Justiniano was a mistake and going back to him was the right thing to do." You are able to get Miguel's address from the pair and trace him to the small apartment where he lives alone.
  
  Miguel has not changed much and looks uncomfortable to see you and Richards. When you ask him what he was doing on the night that Wanda was kidnapped and killed he tells you he was home alone, that he ate dinner and watched TV. No one can confirm that but a brief search of his apartment fails to turn up any clues. You look over his brown Ford Pinto in the car park but find no clues there either. You have no further leads.
  
  > Continue
  The months pass and Carmen and Wanda's killer remains uncaught. The parents of Rochester live in a state of fear and for many months children practically vanish from the streets: almost the only children you see in this time are groups of boys playing football in the park. The police department come in for a lot of criticism from the media and there is a lot of pressure to find this serial killer. Tensions are continuing to rise when he strikes again.
  
  Your heart seems to crumple inside you when you are given the familiar message.
  
  "Detective, another child has been taken!"
  
  You close your eyes tight and rub them with your finger and thumb as a colleague relates an emergency call to you and Richards. "Michelle Maenza, eleven years old. She was staying late at school in detention. She left the school at 3.15pm to walk home alone. When she didn't arrive at 3.30 her mother, Carolyn Maenza, went out to look for her. She initiated a search of the school and streets before phoning us just now at 5pm."
  
  You and Richards walk quickly towards the car, considering whether to go to Maenza's home or the school.
  
  > go to the Maenza household
  You drive directly to the Maenza home to find her parents, Michelle and Christopher, already waiting outside for you. Mr Maenza, a big, balding man, comes straight to the point.
  
  "She's dead, isn't she?" he asks you. "We know who has taken her. The Alphabet Killer. The same one that got those two other girls. Now he's got our Michelle too, hasn't he?"
  
  You are taken aback but ask them to describe Michelle.
  
  "Very sweet, very trusting," Mrs Maenza tells you. "She struggles a bit in school. She isn't a skinny girl so sometimes the other kids bully her about this. She was in detention today for fighting with another girl at playtime. I thought it was safe for her to walk back because some of the other children in detention live on this street. Michelle split off and went to the Fairgrounds Shopping Centre alone though. I left my purse in a shop there this morning. Michelle wanted to get it and bring it back to me."
  
  Without warning Mrs Maenza's face suddenly crumples into floods of tears and she buries her face in her husband's shoulder. "Our baby's dead!" she wails, falling into her husband's arms. "Oh Chris, our baby's gone." Glancing at Richards you notice he is also upset so muttering "come on" you lead him back to your car. Inside Richards rubs at his eyes furiously, pulls his pistol from his holster, checks it's loaded and slides it violently back into place as you back the car out of the Maenza's drive.
  
  > go to Michelle's school
  You drive over to Michelle's school and meet with Marcella Silva, the teacher who oversaw Michelle's detention. She looks devastated by what has happened.
  
  "Michelle was in detention for fighting with another girl at lunchtime," Mrs Silva tells you. "Michelle is normally a good girl and I don't think the fight today was her fault. Just before leaving she told me it was her birthday tomorrow... is her birthday tomorrow... and that she just got her best ever scorecard from her class teacher to show her mother. She left with three other children to walk home. The other students said Michelle told them she needed to go to the Fairview Shopping Centre to pick up her mother's purse. It was only five minutes-walk to the mall from where she separated from her classmates. The other children didn't realize there was any danger in it..."
  
  Mrs Silva breaks down into tears. "What are things coming to when children are not even safe to walk on the streets alone?" You don't know what to say but muttering thanks for her help you and Richards quickly leave the school.
  
  > join the search for Michelle
  Though you hope for the best you know in your heart that this search will not end well.
  
  All night, all the next day and into the day after that hundreds of police officers and volunteers comb the state searching for Michelle. Her body is found on the morning of the second day, fully clothed and lying face-down at the bottom of a ditch next to a rural road leading towards the village of Macedon. You arrive on the scene within the hour and enter the police cordon. Michelle is laying where she was found, strangle marks on her neck and the traces of dried tears still visible upon her face.
  
  > search the crime scene
  You crouch down next to Michelle and working on a hunch you examine her clothes closely. You find something that you may have expected to find on her coat: small white hairs that nearby forensic experts swiftly identify as cat hairs. You also find leaves and mud from the bottom of the ditch in Michelle's clenched hands which makes you spring back with horror as you realize she must have been killed at this spot where her body was found. As she was being killed, she wept and dug her hands deep into the mud and vegetation at the bottom of the ditch, clenching her hands into fists to try to help with the pain.
  
  You glance up and down the ditch wild-eyed. It is over six feet deep here and even standing up you would not be visible from the rarely used road alongside unless a passing driver or walker looked directly down at you – as the murder almost definitely took place after dark visibility would have been extremely limited, especially as the last few nights have been largely moonless. Michelle died in fear and pain in the dark.
  
  You start scrabbling about you in the muddy ditch, searching desperately for some trace of this elusive killer until Richards crouches beside you and tells you quietly there is nothing more to be found here. Turning your head to one side, quite suddenly, you nearly vomit. Richards helps you back to the car and you drive away in silence.
  
  > The autopsy
  You are beginning to hate Dr Church's study as you sit there for a third time waiting for grim news. Dr Church, looking all of his fifty years, collapses wearily into the chair opposite you and time ticks by as you, Church and Richards mentally prepare yourselves for the ensuing conversation.
  
  "Michelle was killed by strangulation from behind with a ligature, possibly a belt or rope," Church tells you finally. "She was raped prior to her death. In this instance we were not able to recover any usable DNA. She was redressed after her death. Approximately one hour before her death she consumed a hamburger with onions. She had no money upon her person and did not succeed in recovering her mother's purse so we believe, to a near certainty, that this food was provided by her killer."
  
  "Have our officers contact every fast-food restaurant and eating place that sells hamburgers between Rochester and Macedon, focusing on those two towns" you tell Richards. "This is not the kind of food that stays fresh for long. It is possible, even likely, that Michelle and her killer were together when this food was purchased." "Speaking personally, I hope you catch this evil bastard detectives," Dr Church tells you as you prepare to leave. "And soon. This sort of thing cannot continue to happen."
  
  You and Richards work hard and soon develop a list of three potential witnesses. One Percy Savage comes forward to report he saw Michelle crying in the passenger seat of a vehicle on Ackerman Street, the road she was last seen walking down by the classmates she separated from. Another witness, Caspar Gill, reports seeing Michelle eating hamburgers with a man in a fast-food restaurant in the nearby town of Penfield. A final witness, Igor Vinson, reports seeing Michelle standing next to a car with a man inspecting a flat tyre on Route 350 – the road next to which Michelle's body was found turns off of Route 350 near the town of Walworth. All three sound like promising witness reports.
  
  > talk to Percy Savage
  Percy Savage is an old man who was doing some work in his front yard on Ackerman Street when he claims to have seen Michelle. "Chubby girl with ponytails?" he confirms. "Yeah I saw her. She was in the passenger seat of a beige or tan car. The car was going so damn fast down the road it made me look up and I got a good look at her face as she went by: she was crying, which is why I remembered it. The driver was on the other side of her and I couldn't get a good look at him at all but I think it was a man, not black. The car shot down the road and made a sharp turn onto Webster Avenue, then it went out of sight." You thank the old man for his help.
  
  > talk to Caspar Gill
  Caspar Gill is a teenager in a baseball cap working in a cheap fast food restaurant in the little town of Penfield. "I think I saw this girl Michelle Maenza come in with another man about 4.30pm on the day she disappeared." He tells you nervously. "The girl, Michelle, she looked like she'd been crying. The man ordered hamburgers for them both, collected them and they went over to a table and ate them. They were in and out in about five minutes I think, not more than ten."
  
  "Now think carefully Caspar because this is very important." Richards tells him slowly. "Can you describe the man for us?"
  Caspar takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "He was a white man with dark hair. I'm not sure of his age... somewhere between twenty-five and thirty-five? Not too young. He was about six feet tall. He wasn't heavy, I'd say about seventy-five pounds? He had some facial hair, stubble mostly. He wore a blue jacket, jeans and a kind of checked shirt. He didn't say much... that's about all I can remember. Was that useful at all?"
  
  "Very useful Caspar. Thank you." you tell him with a grim smile.
  
  > talk to Igor Vinson
  Igor Vinson is a big, middle-aged man with a Southern accent who is washing his car in front of his house when you arrive to talk to him. He puts the sponge and bucket down and invites you and Richards to sit on his porch while he tells his story to you.
  
  "I was driving down Route 350 at about 5.30pm the day that Maenza girl was taken." He drawls. "There was a beige or tan car parked by the side of the road. One of the wheels was flat and the driver and his girl had got out to look at it. The girl was definitely Maenza, I recognized her pony tails and chubby face from the papers. I slowed my car as I came up alongside and was going to ask them if they needed any help with anything. That man, he grabbed Michelle's arm and pulled her round behind his back, he then moved them both sideways so he was standing between me and the licence plate of his car. That's when I first thought something strange was going on.
  
  Now that man looked at me with such an angry and downright hateful expression it made me feel real uncomfortable sir. I didn't even say nothing but I just picked up speed and kept driving right on down the highway. That man, he might have had a pistol tucked away somewhere and he looked mad enough to use it - I didn't want to get into something and maybe get shot for no good reason. I just figured the girl was his daughter is all. I didn't see her anyways after he got her behind his back but it stuck in my mind and when I read about what happened in the papers, I knew right away what I'd seen. That's why I called you."
  
  You and Richards glance at each other. "Mr Vinson, can you describe the man you saw to us?" you ask him carefully as Richards opens his notepad and pulls out his pencil. "I can try," Vinson replies gamely. "Let me see now... he was brown skinned like a Mexican or something. He had black h