tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

"Do you remember this boy?" Reid asked, pointing at Sambenson in the photo.

"Wait a minute," said Mrs. Pope, frowning, "pass me the reading glasses on the table, sweetheart?"

Reid was slightly taken aback.

--sweetheart?He frowned and repeated the word with his lips, glanced helplessly at Fiona who was smiling at the corner of her mouth, and then handed the reading glasses to Mrs. Pope.

The old lady put on her reading glasses and looked at the photo carefully.

"Hmm, I'm not sure..." she murmured, "Let me think."

"We'll wait." Reid raised his chin slightly, staring at Mrs. Pope seriously and patiently.

"Can you have a little, honey?" Mrs. Pope suddenly raised her head and said to him, "You're blocking the light."

Reid quickly stood up and hid aside.

Fiona raised her head to look at Reid, with a teasing smile unconsciously on her face.

"Baby." She whispered in a fake sweet voice.

Reid coughed lightly and muttered complainingly: "Oh, shut up."

At this time, Mrs. Pope said suddenly: "I remember. Oh, this boy is a naughty boy. He caused my husband a lot of trouble. The two of them broke a hornet's nest in the woods and killed two children. Got stung by a wasp... and by the way, they punctured a kid's bike tire. He and his brother gave my husband a terrible headache and they were the most naughty kids I've ever seen..."

"His brother?" Fiona and Reid blurted out almost simultaneously, interrupting Mrs. Pope's chatter.

"Yes, his brother." Mrs. Pope raised her voice and looked at them in surprise, "Why are you so interested in him?"

"Which one is his brother, Mrs. Pope?" Fiona patted the photo lightly.

"That's it." Mrs. Pope pointed to a boy wearing a peaked cap standing behind the boy. He was leaning against a tree, staring at the camera casually, with a ruffian look on his face.

Fiona and Reid temporarily left Mrs. Pope's house.They needed to talk alone for a while, so they went into the nearby woods.

"So the Benson brothers have participated in camping here." Fiona said to Reid, "And a girl was missing at that time."

"It's absolutely impossible to be a coincidence," Reid said.

"A little girl has been missing for so many years. It's impossible for the local police to know nothing about it." Fiona said, "I'll call and ask them what they know."

Later, they learned from the police that Katewilcox's parents had moved out of Atlanta.They scoured the entire area, even statewide, through all the media, but in the end they still found nothing.

"Why didn't they issue an Amber Alert?" Fiona asked.She remembers that whenever a child goes missing, the United States will issue an Amber Alert to seek the vigilance and support of the whole society.

"kate went missing in 1995," reid explained, "and there were no amber alerts back then. actually, the amber alerts were named in honor of a little girl who went missing and was brutally murdered in 1996. in january 1996, amber Missing near her home, they found her body four days later in a creek. It was a reminder of the importance of seeking community help in child abductions, and they have since established the Amber Alert.”

Fiona was silent for a moment.

"Do you think she's still alive?" she asked.

"I don't know." Reid whispered, "...it's been ten years."

Of course Fiona understood what he meant.

Reid added: "Maybe katewilcox is dead, but that doesn't stop us from discovering the truth. The case of the benson brothers may be an opportunity to find out what happened to katewilcox."

"You're right," Fiona said, "Maybe Mrs. Pope remembers something."

So they ended their conversation and turned back to Mrs. Pope's house.

"How much do you remember about these three children, Mrs. Pope?" Fiona asked.

Mrs. Pope filled the cup with cold tea and recalled: "... I don't remember much. Kate Wilcox was a taciturn child. Unlike other children, she preferred to hide in a tent and read a book, or go alone Playing by the creek. But she’s so precocious that she’s offered to cook for me or pass out cupcakes to other kids.”

"Were there any other adults in the camp at that time?" Reid asked.

Mrs. Pope thought for a while, "Not too many. The delivery man will come occasionally, otherwise it is the parents of the children."

"Do you remember which kids got closer to Kate?" Fiona asked, "Or which kids had arguments with Kate?"

Mrs. Pope picked up the photo, "Kate doesn't have many friends. Like I said, she prefers to play alone. Although she doesn't fit in well, I haven't heard of any other children bullying her. They all like her. My husband really likes her too. He almost treats her like his own granddaughter."

Mrs. Pope said, took a sip from her teacup, "Do you know? We once had a daughter, but she had a congenital heart disease and died before she was a year old..."

She twirled the teacup and sighed, "I haven't been pregnant since then. My husband likes children so much that he built a campsite for them in the woods. He especially likes Kate , and made a fishing rod with her to accompany her to go fishing by the stream. By the way, the two of them once went to the woods to catch birds, but they got lost and came back the next morning. At that time, I was so worried."

Fiona glanced at Reid.

"Is your husband usually this close to other kids?" Reid asked softly.

"Not often," said Mrs. Pope.

She suddenly raised her head and looked at Reid, her muddy eyes suddenly became sharper, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"Nothing, just asking casually." Reid glanced at Fiona a little uneasily.

But Fiona is not as good-tempered as Reid.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Pope," she said quietly, "but we have to ask something. Has your husband ever shown the same affection for a girl about Kate's age?"

"What? Of course not!" Mrs. Pope's tone rose instantly, "Why do you ask that? You're implying that my husband is—is—" She was trembling with anger, as if she couldn't say the word, "You guys You are blaspheming the dead!"

"...We just want to find out the truth." Reid hurriedly tried to explain, "Sorry, we didn't think about..."

"Get out, get out now!" Mrs. Pope glared at them and screamed.She gripped the handle of the glass tightly, as if determined to hit them over the head with the glass if they didn't leave immediately.

"Sorry," Reid murmured, and he gave Fiona a begging look.

"I'm sorry." Fiona said to Mrs. Pope, "Please forgive me just now—"

"Get out!" Mrs. Pope interrupted her and shouted, "I said get out!"

Fiona knew that their conversation was going nowhere.So they had to leave Pope's house.

After leaving Pope's house, Fiona and Reid went back to the car.

"What do you think?" Fiona twisted the car key, turned her head and said, "Mrs. Pope seems to trust her husband. Maybe the girl's disappearance has nothing to do with Jimpe."

Reid didn't directly express his opinion, but said quickly in a monotonous tone: "Mrs. Pope loves her husband very much, and her anger is completely real, I don't see any guilt."

——It turned out that he had been paying attention to Mrs. Pope's subtle movements just now.It seemed that he was always much calmer than he appeared on the surface, Fiona really thought that he was frightened by Mrs. Pope's anger just now.

"If her husband is a pedophile, there's no way she doesn't know about it." Reid said, he is in a state of excitement, and nothing can stop him from talking, "It's because pedophiles usually have unique sexual fetishes, and they are usually single, or have serious marital problems. Their spouses usually can easily sense that something is wrong with them.”

—Sex fetish?

After hearing the word come out of his mouth, Fiona couldn't help but ask maliciously: "What kind of sexual fetishes are they usually?"

"Uh..." Reid was at a loss for words, and murmured a little stammeringly, "...it's not appropriate to say this now, and..."

As he spoke, he suddenly closed his mouth and fell silent.

Fiona looked at his tense face and couldn't help but want to laugh.

It can be seen from Reid's expression that he must have extracted a lot of embarrassing information from his encyclopedia-like head just now.

Fiona thinks it's time to change the subject.

"Looks like we'll have to talk to Sambenson, he must know something," she said with mock seriousness, and stepped on the gas.

Reid looked relieved, "That's right."

After returning to the police station, they re-entered the interrogation room where Sam was kept.

As soon as they entered the room, Sambenson looked up sharply.

"What did you find?" he asked impatiently. "Have you found any other evidence?"

"Not yet." Fiona said calmly, "Are you hungry?"

Sam lowered his head in disappointment, let out a long breath, "...No, I don't want to eat at all right now."

"Actually, we found something," Reid said. "We went to that camp and found out that you were camping there [-] years ago."

Sam raised his head and asked hoarsely and in surprise, "What?"

"We found a group photo," Reid said, "you and your brother are in that photo."

Sam ripped the photo off rudely.

"That's impossible," he murmured, looking up at them, "Why the hell can't I remember anything?"

"Maybe like you said—you've lost your memory." Fiona folded her arms and said, "But don't worry, we'll make you remember."

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