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Entry #7 - Cops become an obstacle

01/14/2017

My name is Hanna. I surprise the cop staking out my motel room when I tap on the driver's window from the darkness. He's none too happy about it. I expect he feels a little foolish, letting me sneak up on him the way I did. His name is Finn. He is a detective. He orders me to stay away from Daemon Goode, the man who butchered my sister. If I don't, he'll throw me in jail for stalking. Now I'm the one that's not happy. It'll be hard enough to locate Goode with no information on his
Entry #6 - Cops following me

12/13/2016

My name is Hanna. I must be rattling a few cages because the cops have been following me ever since I visited Daemon Goode's house, the house where he killed my sister. I got the realtor's number off the For Sale sign and checked in to a motor lodge near the county courthouse. That night, I see the unmarked county cruiser parked outside of my room. I sneak up under the cover of darkness and find a single cop sits behind the wheel. I'm invisible in the dark and he doesn't know I'm here,
Entry #5 - A Warning

10/22/2016

My name is Hanna. I toss an overnight bag with some clothes into the Chevelle, grab a box of my father's old 8-Track tapes for the trip, and head out. A couple hours later, I pull into the little town of Upper Marlboro, Maryland ... county seat of Prince George's county. This is where I'll find prosecutor Stanton, the man who tried Molly's case. This is where I'll get my answers. I locate Stanton the next morning. He gets nervous when I ask for the address of Daemon Goode—my sister's
Entry #4 - Wheels

10/04/2016

My name is Hanna. The courts released my sister's killer, and that he walks free has pushed my Faith to the breaking point. I no longer need God's permission. Or Him. God is a misnomer, an obstacle to my pursuit of human justice. And I hate Him for it. I call the prosecutor's office for answers, but the one who can provide them is out for two-weeks. Time enough to secure a set of wheels. My father offers his old '69 Chevelle Super Sport, the car we rebuilt when I was a ten-year-old
Entry #3 - Do not question God's plan.

08/17/2016

My name is Hanna. Confession in Afghanistan was not the same as home. The base Sky Pilot was a Jewish Rabbi, not a Catholic Priest. When I get home I seek out my childhood priest, Father Stallings. He knew Molly her whole life. I'm sure he will understand. But he does not. I ask Forgiveness for the killing I am about to do … permission of sorts. He refuses to channel my request to The All Mighty, even knowing the horrible way Molly died; even knowing her killer walks free. He scolds me,
Entry #2 - Her killer walks free

08/17/2016

My name is Hanna. I drive home from JFK. An overcast sky matches my mood. Seeing my hometown does little more than remind me of why I came back. My sister is dead, her killer walks free … and I want to know why. Saint Clare’s Catholic Church hasn’t changed much since I attended Mass here as a child. The tiny basement chapel still offers the promise of Salvation, an afterlife reinforced by the hallowed ground adjacent to the parking lot. This is where we buried Molly. I don’t recognize

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