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Edgar Torn
I watched the detective closely, every move he made, every expression he made as he leafed through the papers, deep in thought. 
He seemed to have something on his mind.
"Edgar," he began, looking directly at me, "as we know, the place where Amanda was found... had no cameras. No images, no recorded witnesses."
I nodded, a little frustrated.
"Yes. That's what bothers me the most. The only thing I remember is seeing her lying there... and being alone. But now, with all this..."
He ran his hand over his chin and continued:
"Even without cameras, there are still houses on that street. Some are very close to the scene. We believe that a resident may have heard something... a noise, a scream, or some strange movement. Occasionally a small detail can help." He said, pointing to the houses on the street where it all happened. 
I was silent for a moment. It made a lot of sense. 
How did no one ever think of that before? 
Maybe someone had seen something that night... heard something. And even if it was just a little, any clue now could be gold.
"I think it's a great idea," I said, leaning forward in my chair. "Can we go there? Talk to the residents? Possibly there's someone who's never been questioned... or who's afraid to talk. Who knows..." I said, running my hand through my hair.
That was... hope. 
"Exactly," the detective agreed. "I was waiting for confirmation from the department to return to the scene with more freedom. And now that we have new permissions, let's get organized. Next week, two other officers and I will go to the street. And you can come along, of course." He said, smiling slightly at me.
I was... confident. 
My eyes sparkled with the possibility.
Of finding the killer. Of having clues. 
"I want to go, yes. In fact, I need to go."
He watched me silently for a moment, gauging my tone. I took a deep breath and continued:
"Being in that place again... maybe that's precisely what I need. I want to see everything with my own eyes. Walk on that ground. Put myself in the same position as before. Who knows, maybe some dormant memory will be awakened?"
"You think your memory can help?"
"I'm not sure... but something inside me says yes. I have to try."
The detective slowly closed the folder and rested his elbows on the table.
"All right. Let's set it up. On Tuesday, at nine in the morning, we'll go together. I'll prepare everything with the officers and also with the police station headquarters so we can talk to the residents of that street with authorization."
I nodded, determined.
"Thank you for including me in this. I know it's not common to take someone close to the victim along for this kind of thing, but I feel better being part of it."
"Sometimes, Edgar, it's precisely these closer emotions that reveal what logical investigation cannot see." He stood up, extending his hand.
I stood up too, shaking his hand firmly.
"See you on Tuesday," he said.
"See you then," I confirmed. 
I left the police station feeling tense, but... for the first time, with the feeling that something was moving forward. That this relentless search for answers was finally gaining direction.
I walked slowly to my car. The morning wind blew against my face, but my mind was far away.
Was she followed? Did someone know her... or was it random? Did she know she was being watched?
A thousand questions raced through my head.
I got in the car, and before starting the engine, I leaned my head against the steering wheel for a few seconds. I took a deep breath.
Now it was just a matter of time. And I was ready. More than ready.
I grabbed my phone and opened the conversation with Amanda's mother. I typed calmly:
Hi, Mrs. I just left the police station. I spoke with the detective in charge. We will have a new investigation next week, going to the place where everything happened. We will talk to the residents of the street. I have a good feeling... I feel that we are closer to discovering the truth. As soon as I have news, I will let you know. 
I sent it.
I felt a relief in my chest.
Being able to do this—not just for myself, but for her, for her family—gave me strength. I wanted peace. I wanted justice. I wanted freedom from the guilt that had tormented me since that night.
I looked out the car window and saw the sky beginning to lighten. The day was just beginning.
And for the first time in a long time... I felt that the truth could be closer than ever.