I will not do a News in Gist tonight.
Philip Cairns was 13 when he went missing from my neighbourhood. I was 10. By the time I was 13, I used to cycle down a nearby road to go to my local library. The smiling face from his photo was with me in the back of my mind whenever I passed by.
Later, I worked with his sister. I remember the shock of seeing her in the newspaper as her family made a fresh appeal for information about their missing brother, missing son. I hadn't known.
Tonight, there's a report that the police believe he was killed by a man who is now dead.
I can't think about anything else right now.