Copyright 2012 Tricia Owens
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Three years, eight months, and twenty-nine days ago Detective John Stonebrook received a call from his partner informing him that his wife and daughter had been found murdered behind a convenience store. His wife had been thirty-seven; his daughter had just turned sixteen.
On that day, which was a Thursday, John officially if privately declared his life no longer worth living except for the sole purpose of bringing his family's killer to justice. Three years, eight months, and twenty-nine days later the murderer had yet to be found and John felt like a failure for still breathing.