Justice Delayed, Not Justice Denied

The reason for writing my sister’s story is to display my everlasting, ever-loving memories of Mary H. Smith. She was my second eldest female sibling. Her story is about how she was killed and how her crime was eventually solved after 23 years. As I wrote this story I relived the events of: How my parents reacted when they went to the morgue to view my sister’s badly beaten body. How my niece Michelle Strickland, a Cook County Correctional officer, discovered the murderer, a felon by the name of “Escort”, by processing his paperwork. How our neighbors processed Mary’s death and consoled none of us. How my longtime friend from the neighborhood came to me with two pistols. One for each of us to exact revenge and how we learned later that our target had nothing to do with the crime.