School is almost over, so I can spend most of my time researching. Figuring out how to scan finger prints and how to take samples. I couldn't let anyone find out what i am doing so in my closet behind my clothes I had a mini lab. It took me three-weeks to find the right supplies for finger prints. I already found which building and what floor the killer shot from, I still have to find which window and the bullet shell. The police gave up 6 days into the investigation. They found no evidence and found no reason to keep the search going. Unlike me, I have determination and evidence, but those were the only things i had in life.
Finding the person who murdered my father would make me feel like i was accomplishing something that would make him proud. If I don't find this awful person I know I'm letting him and myself down. My mom doesn't care anymore she cried but has found someone new. He might have replaced my father for her but he will never replace my father in my eyes.
I sneak back out at 3a.m. the next night, I look again for more clues. I haven't found anything for the past few searches but i can't give up. This night has to be the night i find something, anything..
Sneaking to the floor the shooter was on I found something odd, a bullet shell nudged under the corner of the carpet. Finally, something that would help me. I lift the carpet and grab the bullet shell. Not only did i find that shell but i found a hidden ground door that leads into an unfamiliar place..
I look at the time and it's 5a.m. I better get home but i certainly am coming back tomorrow.
