Every bone in my body is aching. My headache is getting worse and throbbing with every step I take. My legs feel as they are going to collapse from under
me. I feel great pain, I really want to just quit and be back at my luxurious custom made Tuscan Villa. I would love to just lay in my Jessica McClintock King Victorian Bed, being served breadsticks and caviar, sipping on a glass of 1982 Chateau Mouton-Rothschild. But no, I must forget the pain; I must forget all the lavish things back at my villa. Because this is not the time for those things. I have no time for quitting; fore I am looking for my father’s murderer. I have tried so hard to get to the point I am now. Bribery, treason, and breaking the law, so that I may find the slightest hint of my father’s murderer. I love my father so much. We are the closest. There’s a French saying from the author of Correspondence à Lina Calmatta, Georges Sand."Il n’y a qu’ un bonheur dans la vie, c’est d’aimer et d’être aimé. There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved." And my happiness is loving my father. After months of sleepness nights, I am finally here, here, outside the killer’s house, ready to avenge my father’s death.