“I know where all the missing socks go.”

“Ok then where do they go?”

Agent Marsh leaned forward in his chair and rested his arms on the table.

“Well it wouldn’t be a mystery now then would it?”

Marsh just looked at Terry who sat with a smirk on his face as his handcuffed hands sat intertwined on the table.

“You win.”

Terry’s smirk slowly dropped as he processed what the agent had said.

“What?”

“We give up. I offered to help with this case but it’s been years. It will be moved into cold cases and we won’t conduct anymore interviews or interrogations.”

Marsh leaned back in his chair, Terry copying this move.

He thought for a minute, you could see the cogs turning in his head. He almost looked disappointed, and that’s exactly what Marsh wanted.

Terry falls into the category of criminals who can’t stop talking about the crimes they’ve committed.

Marsh cleared his throat and stood up, the chair screeching on the floor behind him as it was pushed back. He grabbed the folder off the table and started walking to the door, anticipating Terry to stop him but he didn’t. He left Terry alone in the room in deep thought as he started making his way to his office downstairs.

Marsh had been sitting at his desk for at least five minutes before the phone rang, coming from the number upstairs. He picked it up and put it by his ear as he flipped through his papers.

“Agent Marsh.”

“Agent, Terry Wilkins has requested to speak with you.”

“Yes sir I’m on my way up.”

“Ok, he is in room four.”

“Terry.”

Marsh shut the door behind him before he walked over and stood across from Terry who was sitting back at the table. His head looking down at his lap which held his cuffed hands.

“They’re in a box under the oak tree…”

Marsh leaned in closer over the table.

“Pardon?”

Terry looked up at Marsh with a defeated look.

“They’re in a box under the oak tree.”

“Which oak tree.”

He didn’t respond, it looked as if he was rethinking his decision.

“Which oak tree Terry.”

He sighed.

“The one in my back yard.”

“How far down is it.”

“Not far..”

“Thank you.”

Marsh left the room and met with the officers who were watching through the glass.

“Get the dogs and the shovels. We’ve got some digging to do.”

“Marsh! Over here.”

Marsh jogged over to the other oak tree which had three people with dogs and shovels under it.

Marsh put on his latex gloves and looked into the hole where a dirty wooden box sat.

He brought his shovel down and stuck it under the box, trying to pull it out. It came loose from the dirt so he put the shovel down and pulled it out, brushing the dirt off of it.

There was a place for a lock but it wasn’t there. Marsh held the box as the other officers and detectives came over to look. He opened it and there was a musty smell to it as the box had gotten wet overtime. Inside the box were multiple pairs of small kids socks. The pairs each had their own ziplock backs which held the socks as well newspaper clippings. March reached in and grabbed one of the bags, running his thumb across the top of it. The clippings faced up one of which that read “Missing girl’s body found. Four year old Olivia Marsh was found after being missing two weeks. The body was found near Hazel Creek southeast of Clarkesville where she was first abducted…”