December 8, 1983 (continued)
My sons need me... and my wife's investagation needs me. Those two things are all that matter to me now. I've been canvassing the neighborhood, asking questions... I swear, a lot of people conveniently aren't home when I knock. Maybe they don't want to face a greieving widow... or the man they think killed his wife.
A fire doesn't just start. I'm convinced now that someone was in my house that night. It's the only way any of this even starts to make sence. I started digging around at the library. I'm collecting old police files, going through microfiche... looking for any fires, arsons, with similar MOs. I'm gonna find this guy, and when i do... God forgive me...
John Winchester · Sat Jul 08, 2006 @ 07:22pm · 0 Comments |