It was the middle of September 2011, and Paul Urrutia was preparing to head out of town to watch his son play football. It was nearing the end of a long, hot and dry summer.
“I remember. It was at the time of the Bastrop fires, we had to play the game a day earlier —Wednesday,” he said.
As it had been on many occasions, his brother Frank would fill in as a babysitter. Only this time something was wrong. Frank was missing — never to be seen alive again.
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