"I was 13," Larissa said, tears filling her eyes. "13. My mother died years before in an accident, so my father was all I had. I went on a sleepover to my friend's, and I expected my father to come pick me up the next morning. Instead, two police officers came to take me to the morgue to identify that he was my father.
"I saw his happy smile one day, waving me goodbye. And the next time I saw him was with his lifeless eyes," she said, choking on her own tears. "Do you understand what that does to a girl? To see your father dead, and that too not from something entirely natural. He was shot. Those bastards shot him, I know it. I can't prove it, but I know it."
"They?" Ning asked. "Who?"
"A senator," Larissa said. "I have no proof, but I know it. My father's journal was missing, and they couldn't locate it. He wrote everything in there, and they had come to take that away. Killing him was merely an afterthought to these people."
