The Ninja on my couch… (memories)

I was in my downstairs bedroom, crying quietly because of fear. Fear of the unknown. Fear of the uncertain. Fear of death. I had been providing the homicide unit, which was investigating the "G├╝mbel"-murder, for the past four days via some "secure" e-mail account about every step my brother had taken and now the first … Continue reading The Ninja on my couch… (memories)