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{The cold case of Camille Whitlock.}

{How tragic.}

{Another cold girl.}

{... I think this rings a bell... like I've heard this before...}

{How old was she? Fifteen? No, wait... Sixteen. She just got her drivers license, didn't she, Manda?}

{There is surprisingly nothing to go off of, considering that notes have been sent, and the police should know what they're doing. But, then again, she just ran away... mixed up with the wrong crowd, huh?}

{Do you think she had a boyfriend..? That would make the two of them awful close.}

{She had such pretty eyes... Golden brown, right? And cute, black curls that she always took pride in.}

{She also had pretty eyes... and curly hair.}

{I know where her phone is.}

{It will ping one last time.}

{Let the hunt begin again. I'm not scared of you.}