we believed at that time it was callan bryant. nothing has happened in 56 years to cause me to change my mind. i still believe it was her. i will go to my grave believing that. she has a chance to rebut that, but she chose not to. and they drove off. and we never saw emmett alive again. but in that house that night, i never went back to sleep. my mother, she ran to neighbors, tryinged to get them to help. they wouldn't get involved. mr. chambliss with a son named bruce. but she came back to the house and all my dad could say was hmm, hmm, hmm. couldn't call the police. we didn't have a phone. there was no police. you had to get ahold of the sheriff. he wasn't going to do anything until the next day. my mother was half crying, half talking. she finally told my dad, i can't stay here another night. and he had to get up and drive her to sumner where her brother lived. and he dropped her off there for safety. and she stay it there until emmett's body was found. then she left sumner and came to chicago. she never stepped foot in that h