"Was he killed here, in the dump? Or was he hunted while running in the dark up through the garbage?"
Gaston who did not knew anything next to the case as much as Abby did asked his colleague out of curiosity.
Meanwhile, Abby on the other hand tried to envision the moment when the child fell to the hands of its attacker.
When she did that, a picture of a famous painting came to her mind as she thought that it actually had a great resemblance to the state of the body that they had now in their front
The terrible dismay in its wide eyes matched with his mouth that was left agape as though making a last desperate attempt to shout for help as well as the helplessness depicted from his the outstretched arm.
Everything looked similar as though the painting itself was trying to portray that exact situation that the poor child had gotten himself into.
"Is that how you looked when he finally caught up with you??"
