A grown woman, my little sister. Someone that everyone admired. Someone everyone loved and cherished. She was so happy too. She had a husband, a man that loved her without needing to be convinced by looks, or money. She even had the looks. She had the money. Her life was of utmost perfection.
Someone was there that night, the night she was murdered. Someone with the nerve to do that to her while I'm still alive. Thats someone who wants to die.
No one claims to know who was there, but I know some one knows. Someone is hiding a dirty little secret. A secret that could mean the end of this case, the end of it all. I believe that this someone has been responsible for the reoccurring murders all over New York, and he, or she is one of a possible twenty million people who live here.
No one claims to know who this person is, or what they are after. All I know is that they have to be stopped, and I am the one who has to do it.
