"We don't know for sure if the victim is your son, sir. But we have obtained DNA from the victim, now I need DNA from you, sir, to confirm if the victim is your son or not."
The old man seemed to see a key ring on the table, which was wrapped in white paper. Yes, he knew very well whose keychain it belonged to. Even just by looking at it the old man knew that the keychain belonged to his son.
"This…" said the old man in a trembling voice, James looking at it seemed to be able to see if something was off. Yes, something odd was the familiar expression of the old man. "This keychain, I myself made it with my own hands, there is an engraving of his name that I wrote on the back. How come, how come the keychain is with you, sir? I beg you, the victim is not my son, right? Please tell me the truth, Sir. Help me."
