After the meeting, Captain Lewis asked my brother to stay behind and suggested, "Since we don't have any other leads right now, why don't we send the DNA for testing? At least we can confirm the identity of the victim and tell her family about this."
Upon hearing this, my brother furrowed his brows even tighter.
"It's not that I don't want to send it for testing, but it would be difficult in this case. The victim's DNA may pose a challenge."
His words were light, but they weighed heavily on my heart.
The painful memories of suffering suddenly came to my mind, and every inch of my body was torn apart with excruciating pain.
She disappeared eight years ago, and everyone thought the killer had died.
But she took out her eight years of pent-up hatred on me.
Captain Lewis instructed the members of the task force to search for the missing finger along the route followed by the delivery.
However, they only found an abandoned tricycle.
An entire day was gone, but there was no progress in the case.
During the second meeting of the task force, my brother concluded directly.
"This is a revenge killing, identical to the case eight years ago.