[hr][center][color=slategray][b][h1]Harry Kingsfield[/h1]
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Harry didn't really expect the old man to know anything about the information he gave him, so he couldn't really be disappointed. Yes this was a small town, but that didn't change the fact that people with that large an age gap tended not to interact without some sort of familial tie that obligated a relationship of some sort. He wasn't directly related to Riley, and from the sound of it, none of his potential family would be knowledgeable about the social circles that the missing girl seemed to inhabit most frequently.

[color=slategray]"Would you mind allowing me to examine it?"[/color] Harry's eyes zeroed in on the clothing, they scanned every bit they could examine. Any little detail could end up being a vital clue if it was really a piece of Riley's clothes, or perhaps even her kidnapper's. The Private I stepped forward, hand outstretched and open. In the back of his head, he made a reminder to write down all the contents of this little interaction down in his notebook before he could have the chance to forget an important detail since he couldn't at that moment.