Chapter 63
Chance
Ten years ago
Pacing back and forth I play what the police captain said to me earlier today over and over again in my head.
"We're sorry Mr. Malone, but we still don't have a suspect."
It has been months since the shooting, and they aren't even close to identifying anyone. I have tried telling them over and over again who it is, but the same words they repeat haunt me.
Alibi.
Those fuckers that had the audacity to end lives that dreadful day, have a fucking alibi.
Anger boils in my belly knowing those assholes are out there, free to do whatever they choose, while parents of those kids have to suffer nearly every day.