Personal Journal Entry
April 30
The empty talking heads somehow connected the dots on the women. They’re calling me Richmond Red. It’s disgusting. They’re disgusting. They are stupid, shallow, entitled Philistines and frankly, death is too good for them.
The surveillance photo they are oh so proud of is grainy and indistinct. Clearly, I need to be more cautious with spontaneous moves.
To make matters worse, she’s calling me Richmond RED. It makes my blood boil. I vow that before she dies, my name will be the last word on her lips.
“BOBBY Kent, it’s been too long,” Pastor Douglas Brown said, coming from behind his desk and shaking Bobby’s hand. The handshake turned into a hug, and the two men moved to a pair of chairs near a low table at the other end of the office. “Cassandra will be
