The room gave a collective gasp. An eyewitness? A ray of optimism broke through the shadows after all these years.
"Can you tell us more?" With a glimpse of desperation in his eyes, Carl inquired.
The police officer gave a nod. "Although the witness is now old, she recalls seeing a blonde girl and a distressed small child. They seemed afraid and disoriented."
Angela felt her heart pounding fiercely. A girl with blonde hair? Is this the Sarah that they were looking for?
She said, "Do we have a name?" loudly.
The police officer gave a headshake. "No, but she mentioned the girl had a… a distinctive birthmark on her arm."
Carl attempted to push a memory from his boyhood to the back of his mind, but it flickered. With a fresh resolve in his eyes, he turned to face Angela.
"I think I
