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Toronto 1961
I sat in Callaway’s office reading through Brad Forsythe’s medical records—an encyclopedia of horror. Admitted at the age of 15, medical authorities released him just before his 18th birthday when he’d have been moved to the adult wing in the facility. Despite numerous reports citing dangerous psychological and emotional pathology and personality traits, Brad hadn’t been retained further. Once out in the community, Brad had dropped off the radar. On the surface, he’d kept his nose clean. Based on what we discovered in his house and in Pulford’s garden, Brad hadn’t changed or reformed. Instead, he’d developed careful methodologies that kept him out of the path of law enforcement. Simply, no one had noticed. We’d failed the victims and their families. So far, Dr. Mendelsohn
