He can see it in his mind's eye again: A little boy lying on his back, his skin already discolored from all the things that happen to bodies after they stop living. The bird, just as stiff and dead, resting on his chest with its halo of arrows.

"I saw things," he says quietly, because he's not sure how she'll take it if he starts describing a corpse in detail to her. A lot of people wouldn't be able to handle hearing about the details; there are nights when he can't handle the things he's seen. "One of the bodies. I knew the stuff they didn't tell the reporters. And that's why I knew that one dead kid was related to a living one who was kidnapped. But the police wouldn't listen to me. So -"

This is where it starts to get hairy. "I got their case file. I read what they had about the murder."