Sleuth Home - Detective ChicagoSam
It was a dark, sleepless night, back when I was only 12 years old. Laying in bed, I heard the front door open up. I knew we wern't expecting any company, especially at this hour of the night. Seeing my Dad walk down the hall to investigate the intruder, I could only watch in horror as his confrontation with the robber ended in a blaze of gun fire. Hiding under my bed, I escaped the robbers attention, but the rest of my family was not so lucky. Becoming an orphan that day, I vowed that I would dedicate my life to seeking justice for those who had loved ones ripped away so violently as I did.
Butcher (New York)