20 Years Later, Franklin Double Murder Remains Unsolved

0:00Imagine you're packing your 10 year old R's bag after like a totally normal quiet summer weekend. Right. It's the ultimate baseline of suburban safety. Yeah. You've got the folded t-shirts, the toothbrush, the lingering smell of a Sunday barbecue. Yeah, it's just everyday life. Exactly. And now I want you to imagine a thunderstorm of sheer violence just hitting that exact domestic scene out of a clear blue sky. Oh, it's completely shattering. It is leaving behind a 12 year mystery and like a literal mountain of physical evidence that somehow points to absolutely no one. Which is wild. Welcome to the deep dive. We know you're listening because well, you want the structure of the depth and those aha moments without, you know, drowning in useless information. Right. Getting straight to the core of it. You want to understand not just what happened in the shadows, but the actual mechanics of how and why these mysteries take shape. So today we are immersing ourselves in the chilling unsolved 2006 murders of a ten year old boy and his stepmother in Franklin, Indiana.

1:02And it's a narrative that fundamentally breaks the standard rules of how we just assume investigations work. Because this isn't a story about a lack of clues. It's really an exploration of investigative paralysis. Okay, but investigative paralysis. Yeah, we're looking at the architecture of a cold case. Mm-hmm. Police tactics, community memory, the immense psychological burden on investigating. Right. All right. The seemingly invisible parallel events can all just collide to create this massive, unsolvable knot. Okay, let's unpack this. Let's transport ourselves back to July 24th, 2006. Sure. Picture a sweltering Monday in Franklin, Indiana. We have ten year old Blake Dickas who has just finished spending the weekend with his father, Sean. And his stepmother, China, who was 26. Right. It's a completely standard blended family weekend scenario. Blake is, you know, he's preparing to head back to his mother's house. Yeah, just packing up his stuff. And I have to pause on that specific image because the jarring contrast between a kid just

2:06getting ready to go back to his mom's house and what actually happens next, it's almost impossible to reconcile. Oh, the contrast is exactly what makes the psychology of this event so difficult. I'm for both the public and the first responders to process. It's just a regular Monday. Right. You have this highly sanitized, predictable environment suddenly subjected to maximum chaos. Total chaos. So Sean, the father, comes home to discover just an unthinkable scene. China has been stabbed to death multiple times. Right. And young Blake is found nearby having been subjected to both stabbing and beating. It's an absolute violation of everything that neighborhood represents. It's horrific. How do investigators even begin to anchor themselves when they walk into a scene that is so wildly out of step with the environment that's sitting in like, where do you start? Well, they attempt to anchor themselves using physical evidence, which brings us to a really fascinating paradox in this specific tragedy. Okay. What paradox? The records point to a mountain of evidence left behind in that house.

3:07A mountain. Right. And to understand why a mountain of evidence can actually be a curse, we have to look at the mechanics of close quarters violence. Like the stabbing. Exactly. A double homicide involving stabbing and blunt force trauma is incredibly intimate. It's physical. It's messy and it requires sustained proximity to the victims. The attackers essentially right on top of them. Exactly that. In forensic terms, an environment subjected to that kind of sustained dynamic violence yields just an immense volume of trace material. So they're leaving stuff everywhere everywhere. We're talking about blood spatter patterns that indicate the velocity and angle of a weapon cast off patterns on the ceiling, foreign DNA, footwear impressions in the blood and undeniable signs of a massive physical struggle. That is the mountain that detectives were staring at. That sounds like a lot to work with though. It does. But the paradox of forensics is that volume does not equal clarity, which I mean, that feels like a betrayal of everything pop culture has taught us.

4:08Oh, absolutely. Right. Like if you have a house full of DNA and footprints, shouldn't you just feed it into a computer and wait for it to spit out a name? That is the television version of science. The reality of processing a domestic crime scene is an absolute nightmare of cross contamination. Intamination. Think about your own living room right now. Imagine having a thousand puzzle pieces dumped onto your coffee table. Okay. But those pieces belong to five different puzzles and you don't have the pictures on the boxes to guide you. Having more pieces actually degrades your ability to form a cohesive image. Oh, I see. The police in Franklin walked into a house saturated with the normal daily biological footprint of life. So like the fingerprints of the male carrier, the DNA of Blake's friends who came over to play video games, pet hair, food stains, all of it. Wow. And it is entirely interwoven with the chaotic evidence of a brutal double murder. So it's all mixed together. Exactly. When a struggle happens in a lived in space, the killer as sweat might mingle with the DNA

5:12of a neighbor who sat on that same couch three days prior. That sounds impossible to sort out. It is so tedious. The forensic technicians have to painstakingly swab, sequence, and eliminate dozens of innocent genetic profiles just to isolate one anomaly. It's not finding a needle in a haystack. No, it is analyzing every individual strand of hay to determine its origin. Wow. Sitching the signal from that kind of deafening biological noise is an incredibly slow, complex process. I can see how that would immediately bog down the momentum of an investigation, but I mean, human nature and standard police procedure dictates that while the lab is doing that slow, methodical work, the detectives on the ground look for the most obvious immediate answer, of course, which lead us to the person who actually found the bodies. The center of the victims universe. Yes, the inner circle, the focus instantly locked on to Sean Dickus. As it always does. Right. He is the father, the husband, the last person known to have seen them alive and the first

6:12person to call it in. I have to admit, as someone who consumes a lot of true crime, my default setting is to assume the husband did it. It's as a statistical trope for a reason. It really is. It is the foundational rule of homicide investigation. You start your concentric circles at the absolute center of the victim's life and slowly work your way outward. Work outward from the husband. Right. Detectives are trained to look at the spouse, the ex-partner, the immediate family members, because statistically violent crime is usually driven by intimate motives. Like jealousy or financial game. Jealousy, money or just deep-seated domestic grievances. But here is where the narrative sharply diverges from the trope. The investigators put Sean through extensive questioning. Very extensive. They run a polygraph test, they tear apart his timeline, and ultimately they officially clear him as a suspect. They do. They cross him off the list entirely. Which triggers one of the most perilous moments in any major investigation. That's perilous how? It creates investigative whiplash.

7:14Walk me through the mechanics of that whiplash, because on one hand, clearing an innocent person is a triumph of the justice system. Absolutely. But from the perspective of the detectives trying to solve the case, it must feel like the floor just evaporated beneath their feet. It is a massive cognitive shock for them. I can imagine. When a murder occurs, the suspect pool is technically the entire population of the planet. But practically detectives use those statistics we just talked about to instantly shrink that global pool down to one or two individuals. They intercircle. Right. They mobilize all their resources. They direct their interrogators and focus their lab priorities on proving or disproving that singular hypothesis. They build a tunnel and they shine a very bright light straight down it. Precisely. But the moment the inner circle is irrevocably cleared, the moment the polygraph confirms what the alibi suggested that tightly controlled, narrowly focused suspect pool instantaneously explodes back outward.

8:14So they're back to square one. Worst in square one. The spotlight clicks off and they're suddenly staring into the dark again. Wow. The suspect could be anyone, anywhere. And the truly terrifying element for investigator in that moment is the loss of time. Because while they were interrogating the father and verifying his movements, the actual perpetrator was what? Putting miles between themselves and Franklin, Indiana. Exactly. Time is the ultimate enemy in homicide work. Right. By the time Sean is officially removed from the board, the critical 48 hour window has completely closed. The trail is actively cooling, which means evidence is disappearing and memories are fading. Witnesses are starting to forget the specific color of a car they saw or they are subconsciously blending what they saw with what they are hearing on the evening news. Oh, that makes sense. The media coverage messes with their memory. It really does. The initial shock in the community begins to calcify into generalized fear, making people less likely to even open their doors to detect us. So the inner circle is cleared, the timeline is compromised and the police are forced to cast

9:18a massive desperate net. A very wide net. And this brings us to a frankly staggering block of time. The records jump from the immediate aftermath in 2006, all the way to updates in 2015 and then to a grim milestone in July 2018. It's a huge gap. Twelve years pass. And over that decade plus, police processed nearly 500 distinct leads. 500. 500. And they still walked away with zero suspects, zero motives and absolutely no closure. Everything 500 leads without a single viable suspect is, it's an administrative and psychological nightmare that is really hard to fully conceptualize. It sounds impossible. I mean, if I have a week where I have to process 500 unread emails, my brain shuts down entirely. Right. You just get overwhelmed. Yeah, I start missing crucial details. I miss file things. I just go numb. I cannot fathom the cognitive load of having to knock on 500 doors. It's exhausting. Getting down 500 hostile or confused individuals, verifying 500 alibis and typing up 500 reports

10:24and triplicate just to find out a tip was a complete waste of time. Does having that many leads actually sabotage the case? You are identifying a very real phenomenon known as information overload. And in law enforcement, it can be fatal to a case. Fatal. How so? Well, a lead is rarely a neat, actual piece of intelligence. Like in the movies. Right. A lead is usually a chaotic fragment of human perception. It is a phone call from a neighbor who thinks they saw a suspicious van, but they can't remember if it was Tuesday or Wednesday. Right. It is a tip from a disgruntled former employee trying to frame a coworker. It is even the inevitable influx of psychics claiming they had a vision of a bloody knife and a river. Oh, wow. The psychics and the police, legally and procedurally, have to run down every single one of those fragments no matter how absurd they sound on their face. They do because defensive attorneys will absolutely eviscerate them in court if they nor a lead that later turns out to be relevant. So they have no choice. None. Every single one of those 500 fragments requires a detective to pull a file, drive to a location,

11:29conduct an interview, cross reference databases, and document the interaction. That's a massive amount of paperwork. You can take three weeks to fully eliminate a single bad lead. When you multiply that administrative friction by 500, the noise completely drowns out whatever faint signal might actually exist. The sheer bureaucratic weight of it would bury anyone. Here really would. And amidst all that noise, one specific theory emerges that I want to dissect because it highlights exactly why local police departments struggle when the threat doesn't fit their standard models. Right. The construction worker theory. Yeah. They heavily pursued the theory that the murders could have been committed by one of the many construction workers who were operating in the area at that time. The transient worker theory. It is a uniquely terrifying scenario for local law enforcement. Why is it so terrifying for them specifically? Because it introduces the concept of a geographic ghost. A ghost in the sense that they have no footprint in the community. Like they don't live there. Correct. Traditional police work is heavily reliant on social and geographic anchors.

12:33Like what? Detectives look for local grudges, ongoing disputes, and established criminal records within the county limits. They rely on informants who drink at the local bars and know who was moving stolen goods. Right. They work the local network. But a transient population, like a roofing crew or highway contractors who arrive in a town on a Monday and leave on a Friday, completely circumvents that entire system of intelligence. They don't drink at the local bar. They don't have an ex-wife down the street. They just vanish. They have zero ties to the victim, which means there is no traditional motive like revenge or jealousy to uncover. Wow. The transient worker commits a crime of opportunities, say they see an open garage door or an unlocked window while driving past a suburban house. Which happened? They can inflict horrific violence and be three states away before the bodies are even discovered. They aren't in the local databases. Their fingerprints aren't on file at the county precinct. And their disappearance doesn't raise any red flags because they're always supposed to

13:33leave anyway. Exactly. They were just passing through. So the local police are essentially trying to catch smoke. I mean, they have the cleared father, this overwhelming contaminated mountain of evidence, the soul crushing weight of 500 dead end leads and the looming possibility that the killer was just a ghost passing through. It's an impossible situation. The frustration must have been absolute, which leads to a decision that fundamentally changes the shape of this entire story. Yes. The whole back evidence. When you stare at 500 dead ends for a decade, desperation sets in. The police realize their standard playbook was useless, which forced them to do something that clearly hated doing. They opened their secret vault. The deployment of strategic secrecy is one of the most debated tactics in criminal justice. And this case is a prime study of its limitations. The revelation here is stunning. We learn that there was a series of home invasions, five separate burglaries in total. They all occurred within a tight half mile radius of the murder scene during June and

14:37July of 2006 and 2007. A very clustered area. But the detail that completely stopped me in my tracks is that one of these burglaries took place on the exact same street on the exact same day as the murders of Blake and Shinnah. The statistical improbability of two unrelated, highly invasive crimes occurring on the same suburban street on the same afternoon is astronomical. It is. It really is. The police deliberately kept these burglaries a closely guarded secret for years. They didn't tell anyone. They sat on this information while blindly searching for suspects, only choosing to release the details to media outlets much later in a desperate bid to jog the community's memory. I have to push back hard on this tactic. A lot of people do. From a public relations and community safety standpoint, withholding the fact that a serial burglar is actively hitting houses on your street sounds like borderline criminal negligence. It looks bad, certainly. How do investigators possibly justify keeping the public in the dark about a threat like that?

15:37I mean, people could have been locking their doors. To understand the justification, we have to examine the mechanics of what is known as holdback evidence. Okay, holdback evidence. Right. Well, it looks like negligence from the outside, from inside the precinct, it is viewed as the ultimate insurance policy and insurance policy against what exactly against the chaos of false confessions. Really? It is a disturbing reality of high profile homicide cases that they attract immense amounts of psychological instability. Wow. The moment a gruesome murder hits the news, police departments are flooded with individuals who walk into the lobby claiming they committed the crime. People actually do that. Constantly. Some are seeking infamy, some are suffering from severe mental illness, and genuinely believe they did it. Others are highly suggestible individuals who are coerced into confessing by aggressive interrogation tactics. I know false confessions happen, but it always boggles the mind that someone would voluntarily volunteer for a murder charge.

16:37It happens so frequently that investigators have to build firewalls to protect the integrity of the prosecution. Okay. So, how does the secrecy act as a firewall? If the police issue a press release detailing every aspect of the crime, if they announce, the killer stole a specific model of digital camera, broke a specific pane of glass, and hit three other houses on the block. Then everyone knows. Right. Then anyone off the street can memorize those facts. They can sit in an interrogation room and recite those exact details, making it incredibly difficult to definitively prove they are lying. Oh, I see. So, by hiding the burglary, they create a litmus test. Exactly. Secret details act as a filter. If the police are interviewing a suspect and the suspect casually volunteers, yeah, I was on that street. I broke into the house two doors down looking for cash. Then they know. The detectives instantly know beyond any shadow of a doubt that they were sitting across from the actual perpetrator, only the killer and the cops know about the burglaries.

17:38Okay. I understand the tactical logic. It guarantees a clean conviction, but it is a massive gamble, isn't it? It's a huge gamble. Because you are trading the immediate power of crowdsourcing for the eventual security of a tight interrogation. If the public doesn't know there's a burglary operating in their neighborhood that specific afternoon, how can they possibly know to call the tip line and say, Hey, I saw a guy at a blue jacket hop in a fence. They wouldn't know to call. Right. You are blinding your best witnesses. That is the tragic flaw in the whole back strategy. The insurance policy is entirely worthless if you never actually find a suspect to interrogate. Which they didn't. And that is exactly what happened in Franklin. The shift we see in this narrative, the police finally releasing the details of the burglaries, years later, is an admission of tactical failure. Wow. They're transitioning from a posture of protecting the prosecution to a posture of desperate realization that the case is dead. They are throwing a Hail Mary pass.

18:38They are. They are giving up their secret weapon, hoping that throwing the details of those burglaries out into the public sphere will finally shake a memory loose in the community. But it's an agonizingly late shift. Very late. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem like the local police came to this realization entirely on their own. It required external pressure. Yes, external pressure was key. Which brings us to the most cinematic element of this entire investigation. With the local department exhausted, buried under useless tips and clinging to secrets, a new dynamic enters the fray. Really unique dynamic. And I want to emphasize that this intervention wasn't initiated by the police chief or the mayor. It was driven by Blake's mother, Christina. The relentless advocacy of the surviving family members is often the only thing that keeps a cold case from being permanently archived. Her refusal to let this fade away is incredible. I mean, the father is clear, the trail is frozen, but the mother is still pushing, still hunting for a lever to pull. She wouldn't stop.

19:38And her advocacy leads investigators to a highly specialized entity known as the VDoC Society. The VDoC Society is a fascinating organization. It sounds made up. I know. It operates almost like a mythic institution within the criminal justice world, but its methods are entirely rooted in hard science and deep psychological analysis. They sound like an elite superhero team for unsolved murders. They kind of are. They take on a maximum of 10 cases a year, specifically hunting down the most stubborn, cold case homicides. Just 10. That's it. And they're comprised of forensic experts, current and former FBI profilers, seasoned detectives, forensic scientists and psychologists. It's an incredible roster. Truly elite. But I want to go beyond the impressive titles. Explain to me the actual mechanism of how this group functions. Why is it so vital to have a psychologist and a forensic scientist analyzing the same piece of evidence simultaneously? That is the critical question. To understand their value, you really have to understand how local policing usually works.

20:43Okay. Standard police departments, add a necessity, operate in strict silos. Yeah. The crime scene tech measures the blood spatter and bags the evidence. The medical examiner details the specific tissue damage and the angle of the stab wounds. Okay. So they all have their specific jobs. The detective interviews the neighbors and builds timelines. They all generate separate reports and eventually they pass those reports to each other. It's an assembly line. Everyone just does their specific task and moves it down the line. Yes. And an assembly line is great for efficiency, but it is terrible for synthesis. Ah, I see. The VDox society destroys those silos. They bring a multidisciplinary simultaneous approach. Let's take the mechanics of a stab wound as an example. Okay. The forensic scientist looks at a wound and uses the depth of the penetration of the angle of the blade and the bruising around the entry point to determine the physical mechanics of the attack. Right. The physics of it. They can say the attacker was likely left handed, significantly taller than the victim,

21:43and possessed a high degree of upper body strength. Did they build a physical blueprint of the killer? Exactly. But then, sitting right next to them at the table, the forensic psychologist analyzes the exact same wound pattern. At the same time. Yes. But they aren't looking at physics. They are looking at behavior. Behavior. Right. If the medical examiner notes that there are 30 stab wounds, but only two are fatal, the psychologist recognizes the concept of overkill. Overkill meaning an emotional component. Correct. The transient burglar, who gets surprised during a robbery, might stab someone once or twice just to clear their escape route. Just to get away. Right. It is a transactional use of violence. But 30 stab wounds indicate rage, personalization, and a sustained desire to inflict destruction far beyond what is necessary to neutralize a threat. Wow. So by putting those two experts in the same room, you instantly merge the physical blueprint with the psychological profile. You merge them completely. You aren't just looking for a tall left-handed man.

22:44You're looking for a tall left-handed man with deep-seated anger issues who likely felt a profound loss of control in his personal life. Exactly. It is the synthesis of disciplines that creates breakthroughs. And more importantly, the VDoC society brings fresh, unburdened eyes to a stale investigation. Because they aren't bogged down by years of dead ends. Right. It was the society members who heavily scrutinized the records. Zeroed in on the parallel burglaries and actively pressured the local police to release those details to the public. They saw the pattern that the local cops were too exhausted to see. It is the ultimate antidote to tunnel vision. Yeah. That makes so much sense. The local detectives were so emotionally and administratively bogged down by the horror of the scene and the failure of their 500 leads that they likely compartmentalized the burglaries. They just put them in a separate box. They thought we are hunting a monster who slaughtered children. We don't have time to worry about someone stealing flat-screen TVs.

23:45We separated the timelines. But the VDoC experts viewing the entire board from a detached analytical distance understand the behavioral escalation of criminals. They know that violent crime rarely occurs in a perfect vacuum. A burglary on the exact same street, on the exact same day as a double homicide is not a distraction. It is a blaring siren of intersecting timelines. It is a stunning course correction. It really is. And the fact that the society only accepts 10 cases a year highlights just how uniquely complex and devastating the situation in Franklin Troulee was. They saw something in it. Out of thousands of stagnant investigations across the country, this specific nightmare, the cleared inner circle, the contradictory mountain of evidence, the phantom burglaries, warranted the attention of the absolute best minds in the field. It is a profound validation of Christina's intuition as a mother. Yeah, she was right to keep pushing. It proves that the lack of an arrest wasn't just due to a simple local oversight. The case was genuinely a universally perplexing anomaly that required a complete deconstruction

24:50of traditional investigative models. Which opens up a much wider conversation about how we as a society process these anomalies. I want to pivot slightly and look at the actual framework of the information we've been analyzing today. Okay. The broader context. We are pulling these updates from a massive true crime database, a digital aggregate page that basically archives human tragedy. Examining the context of where this information lives is crucial to understanding our relationship with crime. It really is because Blake and Chinerah's story does not exist in isolation on that page. No, it's surrounded by others. It is sandwiched between a relentless barrage of other headlines. Just scrolling through, you see updates on DNA finally solving the Sherry Black murder, breakthroughs in the Haley Dunn case, and new angles on the Egypt Covington investigation. All on the same page. And then it devolves into these bizarre rapid fire daily horrors, like a school employee randomly stabbing a delivery driver with a pen. Just chaotic violence.

25:51Right. The incomprehensible discovery of an infant encased in concrete, a doctor shooting a 12-year-old during a road rage incident. It is a fire hose of systemic violence and localized terror. It is, and as someone who tries to stay informed, the sheer volume of it is paralyzing. How does a single tragedy, the destruction of a family on a hot Monday in Franklin, maintain its urgency and demand our focus when it is literally drowning in a sea of a dozen other equally horrific, equally urgent stories? Hard to hold on to one. It all just leads together into this dark noise. Well, what you are experiencing is the cognitive load of the modern information age, crashing into our evolutionary limitation. Our evolutionary limitation. Yes. We are witnessing societal desensitization in real time. Are you saying we just build a callus over our empathy because there's too much of it? We have to. As a basic mechanism of psychological survival. Wow. The human brain is not wired to process the emotional weight of a concrete baby, a pen

26:52stabbing, and a 12-year-old cold case all before morning coffee. I mean, that makes sense too much. If you truly internalize the grief and the structural failure inherent in every single one of those headlines, you would be entirely incapacitated. You wouldn't be able to leave your house. So we convert trauma into data. We categorize it as true crime content so we can just scroll past it without falling apart. Precisely. We reduce shattered lives to digital links. It's pretty weak. It is. But this dynamic perfectly illustrates why entities like the VDoC society are not just helpful, but absolutely mandatory in the modern landscape. Oh, because they force us to stop scrolling. Exactly. Without dedicated, hyper-focused, exclusive attention, a case from 2006 simply evaporates into the background radiation of everyday violence. The police in 2018 don't have the luxury of endless reflection. They are actively dealing with the road rage shootings and the domestic assault happening

27:52right now today. So the VDoC society essentially acts as a massive magnifying glass. They do. They take one specific fading link on that crowded web page and enlarge it so dramatically that the system is forced to look at it again. They force focus in a culture designed by distraction and moving on to the next headline. Yeah. They provide the necessary friction to remind us that these are not just stories to be consumed. They are profound failures in community safety that require structural analysis. That is a phenomenal way to frame it. We aren't just reading updates. We are analyzing structural failures. Exactly. And that brings us full circle on the journey we set out on today. We started with the ultimate violation of a safe baseline, a 10-year-old packing his bags interrupted by unthinkable violence. The shattered mundane. Right. We watched the investigation immediately target the inner circle, only to experience the whiplash of clearing the father and having to face a vast, terrifyingly open horizon of suspects. And then we examined the administrative and cognitive paralysis of processing 500 dead-end

28:56leads, the information overload, and the unique nightmare of geographic ghosts, you know, transient populations that leave physical evidence but take all social contacts with them when they leave. We debated the perilous high-wire act of holdback evidence, questioning the tactical gamble of keeping a neighborhood burglar's secret to protect a future interrogation even as the case slowly bled to them, which is a gamble they lost. They did. And finally, we saw how a mother's refusal to accept the silence brought in a multidisciplinary team to shatter the silos of local policing and connect the psychological dots that had been missed. It is a stark reminder of the sheer friction involved in finding the truth. Yeah, it's not easy. Evidence does not interpret itself, and standard procedures are often ill-equipped to handle genuine anomalies. It requires a constant, active push against the noise. And as we wrap up this deep dive, I want to leave you with one final thought. A corollary to everything we've discussed about intersecting timelines and unseen dangers in suburban neighborhoods. It's an important thought.

29:57In 2006, when this crime occurred, it was entirely possible for a violent predator or transient burglar to walk down a residential street in broad daylight, commit an atrocity and vanish like a ghost. The timelines intersected in total silence. Total silence. The physical environment retained the evidence, but the neighborhood itself had no memory of the event. Exactly. I have to think about the street you live on right now today. It's very different now. The era of the unseen timeline is rapidly closing. Between ringed doorbell cameras on every porch, dash cams constantly recording in park testless, the geofencing of our cell phone data and air tags pinging off passing devices, our neighborhoods have become massive, overlapping nets of digital surveillance. The baseline of normalcy is now constantly recorded. It is. When murder happened today, the mountain of evidence wouldn't just be blood spatter in DNA, it would be terabytes of background data. We'd have video of the street. We are losing the ability to be ghosts in our own neighborhoods.

30:58And while that digital footprint might solve cases faster, it raises a deeply unsettling question. Are we actually any safer? Or do we just have a much higher resolution video of the thunderstorm when it finally hits? Something to think about. Keep questioning the world around you. Keep looking for the hidden mechanics behind the headlines and we will see you on the next deep dive.