True Crime with Kimbyr - 12-Year-Old Witnesses Life-Changing Night: The Tragic Case of Crystal Perry: Part 2

Episode Date: December 2, 2024

In Part 2 of True Crime with Kimbyr, we continue exploring Crystal Perry's life story, uncovering the struggles and triumphs that shaped her. From a chaotic childhood filled with hardship to her teenage escape through marriage, Crystal's resilience shines amidst her challenging environment. Dive deeper into her relationships, her move to California in search of a better future, and the dark turns her life took that no one could have foreseen. Kimbyrleigha offers compassionate insight into the complex dynamics that defined Crystal's world and led to her tragic fate. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The next day Crystal went to work and Sarah went to school, they came home, ate dinner, and they did their normal routine. Sarah doesn't remember a single thing about it because it was so normal. It was an average day, automatic, easy, and natural. And then Sarah went to sleep, but in the middle of the night, she woke up to the sound of her mother screaming. Now remember, Sarah was used to this. At first, she thought that it was just Crystal having an argument with Dennis. He usually came over on Wednesday nights, so it made sense. And the two of them were in a rough patch.

But Crystal was screaming, no, at the top of her lungs. And she was doing it over and over again. It was terrifying. She didn't usually sound this scared. Sarah wasn't sure what she should do. So she called out, Mom, and then she panicked, because her bedroom door was still open, just a lot. a crack. What if this person fighting with her mom wasn't Dennis? And what if they looked in

and realized Sarah was in there? She got scared. She didn't know who was out there. So she crept slowly towards her bedroom door. She couldn't see the kitchen from her bedroom, but it was right down the hall less than 15 feet away. Crystal just kept screaming over and over again and pleading for her life with this person she was fighting with. Sarah shut the door. And when it clicked, was the stark sound of someone stomping toward her. She scrambled back towards her bed and listened to the footsteps. She was expecting her door to open and be confronted by this monster with nowhere to go. But instead, she heard the sound of one of their kitchen drawers opening up.

Silverware was being shuffled around and the metal utensils clanked against one another. Then she heard something being pulled out. It was a sliding sound metal on metal. And then Sarah heard a loud, wet thud over and over again, while her mother kept screaming. Later she would recount it as a, quote, gigantic fish, a 500-pound deep-water sturgeon wet and thrashing for air and life on the hollow kitchen floor." That is quite a description. She knew Crystal was being hurt by someone in the other room, and as a matter of fact,

Sarah was sure that she was hearing someone killing her mother. But if she tried to come to her mother's rescue, she didn't know if she would be next. She didn't know who was out there. She didn't know what they had done to her mother. And Sarah didn't know if this person knew she was there. Time just stood still. After the thudding noise,

Sarah heard what sounded like a man's grunt. And then the sound of a phone beeping off its hook. She didn't dare Move. Minutes passed in silence. She wasn't sure if the attacker had left the house, but she knew that she had to make her way to her mother if she had any chance of still being alive. When she felt safe enough, Sarah crept into the living room. The kitchen light was switched off. Everything was illuminated just by a nightlight. Sarah looked at the clock in the kitchen and noticed it was exactly 1 o'clock in the morning. And then she just did. She just, you know,

turned towards the living room. There was her mom, wearing her favorite blue bathrobe, lying on the ground in a pool of blood. There was so much blood. And in a state of panic, Sarah didn't know if the figure on the ground really was her mother. Her mind was racing. Sarah actually pinched herself to make sure this was real. She went up to Crystal's body, and she touched her calf. Her mom didn't move. And Sarah, knew in her heart that this was so much blood, it was too much blood, and she knew she needed to call the police. Sarah noticed that her mother's hand was actually reaching for the phone.

It was still in that position. She had tried to call for help, and it accidentally knocked the phone off its hook. The receiver was laying on the floor right next to Crystal's body. Sarah quickly picked it up, and she dialed 911 desperately, but the line was completely. blank. There was just silence. There was no one on the other end and not even a dial tone. So Sarah panicked. She wanted to save her mom. She had to. She ran down the long hallway to Crystal's room where another phone was located. She quickly punched in the numbers 911 and held the receiver to her ear. She waited for it to ring, but there was nothing. She called again and again

and she didn't know why it wasn't working. Sarah then prepared herself to do what. what she knew she had to do. Without any time to even put on her shoes, she ran outside in her bathroom, all alone in the darkness, in the middle of the night, to find help. It was May. It was still cold outside and steadily raining. Little Sarah ran barefoot into the darkness heading for the nearest home, and I cannot imagine my daughter as she's the same age 12. It's heartbreaking to think about Sarah in this situation. She was so brave. Sarah knew the owners the demerits in the house about a half a mile away. Half a mile is far enough to be walking, but in pitch darkness, on this rural road, it was a lot more difficult.

When she finally got there, Sarah banged on their front door yelling, Help me! My mother's been stabbed! She punched the door again and again, but nobody answered. Then she ran down the street five more minutes to two other homes. She didn't know who lived there, but neither one of them answered anyway. At this point, part of Sarah was going to be. completely dissociated, and the other part of her was fighting to inform the police about what she had just seen. And it seemed at that moment she was the only person alive, because in her mind, everyone in the world must be dead.

She wasn't getting an answer, but she didn't give up. She ran another 10 minutes down the road through the dark woods before she reached the Wilson's house. They didn't answer either. At this point, Sarah had run over a mile, and there was only one more building. before the intersection of Route 302. That's where the town of Bridgeton begins. And Sarah promised herself she would knock on every door in town until someone opened up.

She'd even passed a small cemetery in the dark, but she could finally see the next building. It was a fancy Italian restaurant called the Venetia, where the owners lived out back in a connected portion. The couple was still awake after closing up for the night, and they heard the knocks on the door. They immediately answered and were still still awake and were struck by the image of a 12-year-old little girl,

soaking wet, out of breath, and covered in blood. The girl said that someone had stabbed her mother, and she was scared that they might be after her, so she needed to use their phone to call 911. Of course, the couple let her in and helped her call the police. Once Sarah was on the line, she calmly told the operator what she had seen. I have a portion of this 911 call, and I want to play it for you now. now.

Wow. And the mom is sleeping now and no water. The lab, and they're getting faster and faster. So your mom is in the house right now? Uh-huh. And you said that she's bleeding? Oh, my place. Wow.

I cannot imagine being so young and being in this dire situation. The police were sent out immediately, and once they got on the scene, it was clear from her injuries that Crystal was already dead. And it wasn't an accident. Homicide detectives were called. And by 2 a.m., forensic investigators arrived at Crystal's house and found the most horrific crime scene. There was blood everywhere. It's not an exaggeration. It was in the kitchen, the living room, all over the furniture, on the floors, and on the phone. Investigators took photographs and video footage of this crime scene. They're so brutal, I cannot show them here. But Crystal's entire face and head were covered in so much blood, you couldn't make out any of her features.

There was also blood droplets smears and smudges all over her bare legs, and her robe was soaked in blood. And Crystal just lied there on the linoleum floor in her kitchen, and there were portions of the carpet with blood sprays all over them. It left behind evidence of each time the knife went in. The investigators cut squares out of the living room carpet in order to compare the normal fiber samples to the ones with blood on them.

The crime scene technicians removed whole portion of the couch with blood on them. Investigators tried to find fingerprints, but they only found them on the glass door. One full palm print that looked like it belonged to Sarah by the size of it, and one print with the very tips of the fingers. There weren't any other fingerprints in the house, which had been spotless before this killer came in.

Remember, Crystal liked to keep her things in order like her mother, Gracie did. There were boot prints everywhere in the kitchen, going in multiple directions. It looked like the perpetrator had tried to head towards Sarah's door, but never made it there. Maybe Crystal had distracted him so that he wouldn't get to her daughter. How sad is that?

It also looked like the attacker tried to clean up some of the blood. And the investigators wondered why anyone would even try to clean up this much blood. But they had an idea why. It looked like the killer was racing back and forth through the kitchen, probably because they were cut. They were trying to clean up their own. clean up their blood. And they needed to find something to stop the bleeding. This left at least 20 of their boot prints on the floor in blood. They took samples of blood droplets on Crystal's

legs and hip that look different from her blood by the way that they dripped. It looked like they dripped from someone standing above her. I'm going to show you the actual pictures, but I'm going to change the color. See how they fall in a downward motion? Also, these right here, the way they're Those come from above and they drip straight down. They thought this could be the killer's blood, so they made sure to take samples to analyze. It also narrowed down who they were looking for, someone with an injury, possibly to their hand.

Blood, if you don't know, has the consistency of motor oil. It's very slippery. And as someone's getting that violence stabbing someone, they're bound to slip and cut themselves with the blade. The more times they make that motion, the more chances they have for that knife to slip, and there were multiple wounds on Crystal. There were also droplets on the kitchen counter near the paper towel roll. The killer stopped the bleeding because on the way out, there were no droplets.

It was ultimately determined that poor Crystal had been stabbed over 50 times in the face and head alone. Just think about what a small area that is and how many times. someone had to raise and bring down a knife into her, disfiguring her. They could tell the instrument used was a sharp metal knife. She had been fatally stabbed in the chest. She also suffered defensive wounds, slices to her arms and her wrists, indicating that she tried to protect herself from her attacker.

She had been stabbed so forcefully that the knife tip came off, and it was lodged inside her head. Crystal's murder had clearly been painful, And it was clear the area targeted was her face and her head. It's as though the killer wanted to erase Crystal's beauty, and it's just so sad. Right away, they classified this as a crime of passion because of the overkill. It appeared as though the struggle began in the living room area, because that's where most of the blood was. And it went into a trail into the kitchen where Crystal's body was found.

Now, this wasn't a robbery. Nothing was taken, and they didn't find any evidence of force entry. There's something worse, I have to tell you. I don't even want to talk about this. It's so horrible. But Crystal's autopsy revealed that she had been violently, and I'm sorry to say this, anally violated. It's horrible. There was bleeding and tearing and no evidence of lubrication. There was also presence of male semen only in this area, and that was collected.

Crystal had been on her period. So they suspected that her murderer was disgusted by this fact and decided to take away Crystal's control and her power and her vulnerability so completely that they did something so violating and painful just to get their way. It's possible that this had been happening while Sarah was asleep and that Crystal tried to stay quiet so that her daughter didn't have to know what was happening. Sarah didn't know this information for years. The news of Crystal's sexual violation was confidential evidence,

but it confirmed to the police that they were looking for a male perpetrator, and it was so humiliating and painful for her entire family to know what Crystal was put through. They couldn't imagine who would do such a thing. I'm sharing these details with you because you need to understand how much of a monster Crystal's killer really was. This is complete overkill. And the question was, who would do this? Investigators looked at any clue that might reveal why someone would attack Crystal.

They thought because there was no force entry, Crystal might have let her killer inside. But it would have been odd if they were a stranger, especially the time of night, and while Crystal was so completely vulnerable just wearing a bathrobe and getting ready for bed, she either knew him or she felt sympathy for him. It was raining outside, so they wondered if she let a stranger inside that was asking for help, or to use her phone. But would she? They thought a bright and street-smart mom,

she wouldn't let a stranger inside the house with her daughter there. So maybe she knew this guy. A detective named Dick Pickett was assigned as the leader of this case, and he immediately started crafting a list of possible suspects in his head. Remember, this is a small town.

It was easy to get people to talk and to find out what they knew about Crystal's life. The first step was to talk to the only winness. her young daughter, Sarah Perry, who was currently sitting in the hospital, receiving the news from an officer, Kate Leonard, that her mother was dead. When Sarah got the news,

she finally let herself cry. She was trying to be so strong, but there was no chance that she could have saved her mother. There was nothing she could have done. Chryssel had died before Sarah even came out of that bedroom, and miraculously Sarah had survived. At the hospital, Detective Pickett and police officer Pat Leanne interviewed Sarah to get as many details about this case as possible. They asked her, why did you have to run house to house?

Why couldn't you just use the phone? And Sarah said that the phones weren't working. But when investigators got to the scene, they were able to place outgoing calls. Both of the phones worked fine. So they wondered if Sarah had been lying. The police figured that Sarah was just a kid who had made a job. who had made a genuine mistake. If the first phone had not been on its hook,

it might have dialed and rang out already, requiring the receiver to be put back on the hook before it could be used again. And maybe in a panic, Sarah hadn't thought to pick it up, hang it up, and then pick it back up. I haven't used the landline in so long that I probably wouldn't have known that either.

Then on the phone in Crystal's bedroom, maybe Sarah dialed the wrong number. Maybe she put in 911, or maybe the landlines randomly cut out because of the storm. In Sarah's frantic rush to call the police, it made sense that she probably couldn't get the phones to work. It's just a scary reality that she had to run in the dark all alone to find help. The police asked Sarah to describe that day in detail. What did Crystal do the night before she died? Did she have any plans to see anyone? Had she been threatened? Sarah said she could not

remember most of the day. No matter how hard she tried to pry open her brain, it was in the an average day. She didn't know what her mom had been up to. However, she did mention Teresa, the woman who had been threatening Crystal for years. But by this time, police had seen evidence of Crystal's violation and found it unlikely it would be Teresa or any woman who could have done this. Then Detective Pickett asked more details about the murder itself. He asked Sarah if she knew her mother's killer. Sarah said she didn't know. They asked her. if the killer was Crystal's current fiancé, Dennis. And again, Sarah said she didn't know.

She thought, maybe it could be, but she didn't think he was that dangerous. And then they wanted to know, how did Sarah know that Crystal had been stabbed with a knife if she was in her bedroom and couldn't see the attack? And Sarah responded that it was obvious it was a knife. She was like, what? Did my mom get stabbed with a spoon?

She was definitely putting on the 12-year-old sass. But it made Pickett suspect that she was was withholding information, so he put more pressure on her, even though she had just been told her mom was murdered. He kept asking questions about it. He especially wanted to know all about Dennis, because as you know, it's usually the husbands, the exes, the boyfriends, and the fiancés who end up being murderers. And there's always a motive. And in a small town, Maine, it was common for men to commit violent acts against women. Women they were with. But Sarah insisted, She didn't know who killed her mom.

She wouldn't cover up this crime. Not for Dennis, not for anyone. She liked Dennis. She loved her mom more than anything. If she knew who did this, surely she would tell them. But police didn't know what to believe. Sarah had been there the whole time, but she hadn't seen anything. They wondered, could she have blacked out or just not remembered this traumatic event?

They thought there had to be something missing. Detective Pickett told Sarah that they would be. take another statement later. And then he continued with his other interviews. In the next three days, the police interviewed Sarah 19 times. She's only 12. That's insane. They asked her the same questions over and over again expecting a new response. They wanted to know if Sarah knew who killed Crystal. Was it Dennis? Was it Dale? Was it Tom? Was it Tim? Sarah said again and again, I don't know. And when the autopsy results came back, confirming there was male DNA on the crime scene, Teresa was completely ruled out.

But whoever had killed Crystal, whether it's her fiance, her exes, or a stranger, Detective Pickett was determined to find out who he was. The investigators ended up finding a shoe that was sold at a local store that matched the bloody footprints. It was an Oak Harbor brand leather lace-up shoe, so at least they knew what they could compare it to if they found a suspect. At 4 a.m. Thursday morning, so just a couple hours after Crystal's body had been found, four police officers showed up at Dennis' doorstep along with his parents. The moment Dennis opened the door, they asked him if he had gone anywhere or seen Crystal the night before. His words were, is she all right? They asked again, have you seen Crystal?

And that's when Dennis panicked. He asked if she was dead, and then he actually passed out. He had to recover in a police car, and then they started the questioning again. Dennis told the police he'd gotten home from work a little past 8 o'clock as usual after helping fix one of his buddy's trucks. He called Crystal at 8.07 p.m. And remember, they usually hung out on Wednesdays and Saturdays every week. But since he was late, she was already upset the moment she picked up the phone.

Dennis said he tried to make amends and promised to come over right now, but Crystal said, don't bother. Then they started to argue, and eventually Crystal said she was exhausted and promised she would just see him on Saturday. Police were able to confirm Dennis had worked at his friend's house on a vehicle, but no one could prove that he wasn't at Crystal's that night. The police asked him to take a polygraph test. They asked him a bunch of questions, including, did you kill Crystal Perry? Dennis said no. And he was telling the truth.

But when they asked him if he felt responsible for her death, and he said no, the machine went crazy. Dennis was lying. He did feel responsible for her death, but why? Was it survivor's guilt? Was he just feeling bad he wasn't there that night to protect her? Or was it something more? He ended up feeling two polygraphs.

He also wore the same-sized shoe as the footprints they found at the scene, but they didn't find any matching shoes. matching shoes in his possession. They didn't have any concrete evidence to hold him, but he did agree to give them a DNA simple. But when he did, he asked for a favor in return. He said to them something to the effect of, I know it's looking like everything's pointing in my direction.

And if it comes to the point where I need to be arrested, please come to the back door of my workplace. He said that his bosses were always good to him, and he didn't want to create a scene and disrupt the business. That does kind of make it seem like he's guilty, doesn't it? But maybe he just figured, you know what? I'm the prime suspect, so it's inevitable. I'm the fiancé.

Gonna get arrested. Detective Pickett interviewed Crystal's best friend, Linda. They had known each other, like I said, since they were about eight years old. And they also interviewed her current boyfriend. Linda said, the last time she talked to Crystal was several weeks before that. Crystal had called her just sobbing over the phone, telling Linda, she was scared. She said that her and Dennis had gotten into another screaming match, and then he grabbed her by the arm,

and he punched the door, denting in the steel. And now she had to get it replaced. Crystal told Linda she was afraid of ending the relationship with Dennis, but she was trying to put her foot down. The arguments were getting so bad, according to Crystal, that she was scared of seriously getting hurt. Linda told police that Dennis was not the right man for Crystal, and that's quite an understatement.

Nobody deserves to be around that kind of behavior. Crystal had called the next week on Friday, but Linda missed that call. And she told police she wondered if something had happened again. But now, it was too late to know. And she felt so guilty. The police went over to Crystal's coworker Penny's house, the one who stood across from her at the shoe shop.

The four officers informed her of what happened and asked her if she knew anyone that would want to hurt Crystal. And of course, Penny was absolutely devastated by the news. She gave them a few suggestions of men around town who had either harassed Crystal or made her feel uncomfortable. When the police left, Penny got an almost immediate knock on her door. And guess who it was? Dennis.

They were friends, so she did let him in, and she gave him a hug. But Penny thought that it was very strange that he would show up so soon. It was like he was waiting for that exact moment after they left. And what was he trying to prove? She just found it to be a little hot. Over the next two days, police interviewed people all over Bridgeton, hoping the rumor mill would lead them to justice for Crystal's family.

Someone reported that a man named Donnie Martin got drunk at a party and went around telling people that he killed Crystal Perry. When police brought him in for questioning, he conveniently forgot everything he said that night. And on Saturday, a woman named Miranda White contacted the police with a tip. She said she was in the area where Crystal lived the night she was murdered and that her dad had finally convinced her to call the police with this tip. Miranda said she got off work at Subway Restaurant around 1 a.m.

She was driving home when she heard the sound of an ambulance. And it made her scared because her boyfriend was a huge troublemaker. He was always getting into something or getting hurt and the ambulance was headed in the direction of his house. So she had a bad feeling. She was scared for him. So she followed that ambulance, which to her relief, past her boyfriend's house on Route 302.

And it continued to go to Route 93. So she turned around before she even got to Crystal's house. Then she headed back past her boyfriend's house and into town. But here's the tip she wanted to give them. She said that the moment she turned on Route 93, a car came barreling up behind her with their brights just flashing in her eyes. She thought that was really weird. It was just very out of the ordinary, especially since they were in such a rush.

She turned on to Route 3. and then on the High Street. She was worried that that car was going to tail her, but it turned off into a side road. Miranda passed her boyfriend's house again and drove the rest of the way home. She arrived just in time to hear a police scanner that they received a 911 call from the Italian restaurant.

Miranda recounted the story to the police at the station. It kind of seemed like a promising lead. They wanted to know what the vehicle looked like that was speeding behind her. Could this be Crystal's murder escaping the scene? Police had more questions, and they asked Miranda if she would do a polygraph, but she didn't really feel comfortable at that, and since she wasn't a suspect, she was free to go.

However, the police got one good thing for Miranda. Testimony about Donnie Martin, remember him, party, telling everyone he killed Crystal. She said he was harmless. He was completely wasted the night and just trying to get attention, which really doesn't excuse the fact that he's going around telling people he murdered someone. I don't know what's wrong with people. I've heard people do this in other cases, and I have no idea why. Crystal's funeral was held four days after her murder.

The sky was vividly blue, and after a short visitation, Crystal was cremated. She loved peach-colored roses more than anything, and Sarah picked out peach-colored flowers for the ceremony. But the funeral was tinged with the knowledge that anyone in this small community could be her killer. Wendell Crystal's brother believed that Crystal knew who killed her. She must know them in some way, and police thought so too.

The crime just felt too personal to be random. The next few weeks, the family put up posters on telephone polls, encouraging people to come forward with tips. And when it rained, they replaced those posters again and again. It was only one of two unsolved murders in Bridgton's history as a town, and people all over the area were desperate to know what happened to this beautiful, intelligent young woman. Detective Pickett and his team monitored

all the locations that Crystal usually visited for suspicious activity, including the shoe shop and Gracie's house, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Eight days after the murder, Crystal's best friend Linda called in with a tip. She said that she had seen a newer model Ford pickup truck parked up the street from her. Linda lived close to Crystal and Sarah, so she often went on walks in that area, and Linda had never noticed this truck before. It even had New Hampshire plates.

However, Detective Pickett thought this was pretty normal, since there were plenty of people who could have parked it there, and it wasn't exactly outside Crystal's house. But he wrote it down anyway just in case and put it in Crystal's file. Tips continued to come in, but the biggest lead was the DNA found at the crime scene, and it took between six months and a year

for these DNA samples to be processed. Now, during this time, Detective Pickett had ruled out Crystal's ex-husband, Sarah's father, Tom, saying that he didn't think he was responsible, even though he didn't think he was responsible, He did have a motive. He and Crystal were not on good terms. He was living with Teresa, who was also his alibi.

And we know she's not a good person. She actually spent days ripping down the posters that Crystal's family had hung up. So they wondered if Teresa had convinced him to get revenge. But Tom, he didn't seem capable of this crime. First of all, he drank way too much every night to even have the coordination necessary to commit such a violent act.

I guess alcohol was a real thing. saving grace because he was ruled out for now. But there was another man that used to be in Crystal's life, her ex Dale. He was using a lot of substances in 1994 as well, and after Crystal passed away, he got in a horrible car accident that paralyzed the passenger of the car. Dale ended up going to prison for driving under the influence. And even though he was violent, his personality didn't seem to be consistent with this murder, and if he had done it, at least he was already in prison. But finally, the DNA results came back. Nine months after Crystal's murder, Out of the police's seven suspects, Tom and Dale were exonerated.

The DNA just did not match up. Crystal's ex-Tim and other men that she met through friends were also not responsible. And Dennis? Not a match. He wasn't the murderer either. This was actually pretty surprising to detectives. And Detective Pickett was like, now what? Were the DNA results just wrong?

Was he missing something? At this time, DNA processing, wasn't like it is today. So it makes sense that they just didn't trust it. However, it was being used as incriminating evidence in really public cases like the OJ Simpson trial, the reason I got started in true crime. So they needed to find this DNA match.

And they got another DNA sample from Dennis. They wanted to test it again because they were back at square one. They wanted to really make sure they could rule Dennis out. Detective Pickett was still convinced Sarah wasn't telling the truth either. As the sole witness, there had to be something she was leaving out, something that she had blocked out in her memory. Sarah had actually gone to live with her Aunt Tootsie in Texas, and it was already a very hard transition. She was terrified to be alone, and of course, she had trouble adjusting. But detectives went out there anyway.

Detective Pickett, along with police chief Bob Bell, and an officer named Dale Keegan, bought plane tickets for San Angelo, Texas. Officer Keegan had been newly trained in FBI interviewing techniques. and he hoped, with a polygraph test and some time to think about Crystal's murder, Sarah might be willing to give them some answers. I don't know why they would assume this poor girl is lying about her own mother's murder. But on the first day, Sarah agreed to be hooked up to a lie detector, and Officer Kagan asked her all kinds of questions. Things like, do you know for sure that the person who killed your mother was?

And then he would fill in the blank with different names of all the male suspects. Sarah said no every single time, and every single time she was honest. But the officer still believed she had some sort of repressed memories. They just had to uncover them from the depths of her brain. Even Sarah's own Aunt Tutsi believed she could be hiding something. But Sarah insisted the only gaps in her memory were from the day leading up to the crime, not the crime itself. She vividly remembered that.

I don't know about you, but I would be livid if people kept interviewing me over and over again and not taking me seriously, I just felt so bad for Sarah.