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The final piece of the puzzle arrived on Friday morning: a letter in a shaky, slantwise hand. It was from an elderly neighbor who had seen Danny running that night but had been too afraid of Leonard’s influence to speak until the headlines broke. It was a reminder that even in a city of millions, it only takes one person to look away for a tragedy to happen, and one person to look back to start the healing. James folded the note and held his son’s hand, finally ready to leave the humming fluorescent lights of his old life behind.