I've been in Quebec for five days. It feels like forever. I made time with Sandy Rinaldo in Sherbrooke. I visited my sister's dump site with my brother. I dined with the Boisvenus.
I attended the victim conference in Montreal. I watched the Sox win the World Series. It was goooood.
This morning I had breakfast with the new investigator on my sister's case (more on him later). He's also in charge of Julie Surprenant's file. We keep getting shuffled around like a deck of cards. Allore to Camirand / Dube... Allore to Bureau... Bureau's a bust. Allore off to Surprenant. I've never met the Surprenants. I hear they're a lot like me. At Christmas they cry.
I've got to go to the airport soon. I hate this part. Dorval looks like it's made of Legos. I hate clearing Customs. I hate sitting in the bar waiting for the plane to board. There's nothing to do but think about what a great place Montreal is, and the rotten reason why you're here.
Ce blogue est une investigation de le meurtre de ma soeur, Theresa Allore. Il y a 30 ans Theresa est mort aux secteurs de Compton, Sherbrooke et Lennoxville, Québec.
Life isn't fair, Justice is blind... and dysfunctional, and some cops aren't smart and dedicated like on tv.
Si vous avez information contact Sue Sutherland: CP 45 Succursale Lennoxville, Sherbrooke J1M 1Z3,Canada:firstname.lastname@example.org Tel: 514-264-7830
Friday, October 29, 2004