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Jane McCain was also confused and furrowed her brow, "Go fishing... and have a picnic on the side? That's not conflicting, though. You sit on the boat, fish, and when you're thirsty or tired, you eat something."

"But you didn't mention fishing at the start," Purple Summers looked at her seriously. "Why bring up fishing now? Is it because you've remembered some details from the story?"

Jane McCain looked lost. "I don't know..."

She really didn't know. A story she had overheard by chance years ago, remembering even the slightest detail now was a miracle.

Purple Summers and Allen Rivera left the detention center, and both got into the car.

"Fishing must be real," Purple Summers said. "Fishing makes more sense. If it was just a picnic, there would be no need to be on the river."

Allen Rivera pondered, "If the killer was into fishing, we could significantly narrow the search range."