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Despite my need for sleep, the incessant yapping and whining of Vanessa’s rat dog kept me awake the rest of the night. On the rare occasions I did drift off, I was haunted with nightmares about drive-bys and intruders.
At four o’clock, I gave up the effort. I planted myself at my desk and pored over the case documents—criminal background checks, financials, phone logs, and news stories. On my laptop, I had links to online videos showing Fitzgerald in heated confrontations with passersby. The sick f**k knew how to push people’s buttons.
I compiled a list of the most viable suspects for his murder. At the top was Wes Hancock, the father of the girl Fitzgerald had r***d.
Below that I added Deneisha Love, the sister of Tamika Love, a trans woman who was murdered a few months back. Denei
