I can’t believe she’s gone. She was so lively, so full of spirit. She was a rare jewel among the trash at Hotspurs. I’m beside myself with anger. Who ever did this… when I find them I’m going to break their legs and arms, tie them to the back of my car and drive through the open desert. They deserve no better. I had just bought the ring I was going to give her too. We were going to get her out of that life and go someplace quiet and discreet where we could be together in piece. That’s not going to happen now. She’s dead and gone. I’ll never see her again. I’ve decided to melt her ring down. I’m going to make it into a bullet and carve her name into it, and when I find whoever did this to her, I’m gonna stick my gun down their throat and put that bullet right into them. I will have justice. I will. My work suggested counseling, but what would they know. No counselor is going to know how I feel. The pain of my ripped out heart. I’ve heard rumors that there are some disreputable folks I might be able to hire to find her killer. That’s where I’ll start. And I’m not going to stop until one of us is dead.