Having learnt what they could from Muriel, Paul and Taylor returned to their search for answers, which led them to the village library.
Considerably smaller than the London Library that Paul grew up around, but it strived providing for the village that it managed to secure computers for public use that were taken up primary by the youth as they use them to reach out to the world since broadband was improbable due to the costs and the villagers desire having it.
Entering the library, Paul tracked down the librarian running it, and found that she was one of the people the detective interviewed.
She was in her twenties when she spoke to him, now in her sixties, her eyes sparkled as she regaled the story about meeting him and gushing about his blue eyes.
"Oh, I was such a minx, but he was nose to the grind," Aggie frowns as she remembers how she fawned over Detective Murphy, but he inevitably chose duty.
When the detective came to the village, he met her at the pub where she worked as a barmaid, but her role was telling him about what she knew about the murder.
Around the time the murder happened, she got home late after staying back at the pub to help close it for the evening, but as she arrived home, she heard a commotion going on in the street over from hers.
"It's normal for children to be out late past their bedtime making fools of themselves, but this was a different sound," Aggie recalls that night while she worked to put books back where they belonged.
Their village didn't have the woes of major cities that their children were incapable of staying out at night, though it drove the parents mad trying to get them to keep their bedtime in check.
"What did it sound like?" Paul wanted to know.
Helping her reach the tall shelf, Paul and Taylor placed books where they belonged, allowing her to recall the sound as something horrible.
It sounded like blood curling screaming and far beyond what she normally heard in the village, that it made her go out of her way to investigate the screaming, and it led her to a scene outside the White's house with others having gone out of their homes after hearing the screaming.
"Bob or Irene didn't come out of the house, the children didn't either. And I remember Bob shouting at us in the window to go back to our homes," Aggie recalled how agitated Mr. White was when he came to the well-lit window shouting through the glass at them.
She remembers the children huddled in the den with pale white faces and their mother nervously knitting in her chair.
Hearing Bob through the thick window glass was enough to send Aggie back to her home in fright, but when morning came, she left to see what had happened last night, and that's when she learnt about their son George.
Curiosity in Paul and Taylor's eyes, they ask the librarian what she thought when Nigel was implicated in George's murder, and she frowns as she mindlessly did her duties.
It took Paul trying to reach out to her before she responded that she knew Nigel had a drinking problem and how George always caused him problems, but the police were wrong arresting him and the Crown charging him with the murder.
"Er, what are you implying?" Taylor asks.
Sighing, Aggie answers, "I told them and the detective that it couldn't have been Nigel, he was passed out at the pub under a blanket."
It was a common occurrence that whenever Nigel drank too much, he would be put in a spot near the loo with soft blankets on the ground to levy his body while he slept off the excess.
"It was better for him being inside the pub than out in the street," Aggie recalled the reasoning.
Nigel might not be a good person at his core, she and the pub owed him some decency.
The police tried to tell her that it was possible Nigel snuck out of the pub after she and the owners left for the night after pretending to be passed out, but Aggie fought with them as she insisted that she tilted his head to the side so he wouldn't risk choking on his vomit if he unknowingly committed while asleep.
"And the police still didn't believe you?" Paul raises his brow.
Shaking her head, Aggie wondered if they knew something she didn't, because they were insistent on arresting Nigel the very same night he was implicated.
Come morning, to her shock, Aggie watched as he was taken in front of the Crown where they gave him the guilty verdict.
"We always knew he would go to jail at some point because of his drinking getting him in trouble, but never that," Aggie shook her head in disbelief as she looked between the two.
Yes, he did assault an officer during his initial arrest, but it still wouldn't warrant the jail sentence he received.
Seeing the uncertain look on Aggie's face, Paul asks her, "Who do you think killed George?"
Moving back to her desk, the librarian let out a long sigh as she sat down, her eyes falling to the desk as she frowns.
"I know for sure it couldn't have been Bob. He was always struggling to provide for his family, but even he wouldn't go that low," Aggie asserted that Bob White wouldn't kill his own son.
She knows the difference between a performance and the real thing, having worked as a barmaid, Aggie saw everything under the sun that it almost made her an expert.
While she doesn't know who the perpetrator of the heinous crime was, she knows it wasn't either Bob or Nigel.
Couldn't have fathom it being an animal that killed George, the village didn't have any problems with wild animals, even with the vast forest nearby.
Logically, it made the couple think something more heinous was going on.
"What do they gain by covering it up?" Taylor broached an uncomfortable question.
Raising her hands, Aggie answers that she doesn't know anything more, that she needed them to leave so she can continue working unimpeded.
Excusing themselves, the couple left the library with more than they could want, but there were still questions that needed answering.
Aggie was certain Bob and Nigel didn't kill George, that if what she recalled was the truth, then it would mean that the village carried an even darker truth than it liked.
"Only one who would know the most would be the officers," Paul turned towards Taylor.
While she agreed with his idea, Taylor frowns as she knew that there was a chance that all the officers who worked during the case have likely passed away since then.
"That may be true, but we've had worse odds, luv," Paul noted.
If there was anything he learnt from his parents, nothing stops them from trying to solve this mystery.
"What about that one woman he talked to, Madam Loomis?" Taylor suggested.
Thinking it over, Paul agrees with her, but wondered if she was even in the village still, if she was even alive, given how long ago it was.
Still, no stone unturned, and he went off with Taylor in search of answers.