No Help In Sight
The FBI told me that there is no evidence of a federal crime. “No duh, Sherlock. If someone were dumped in a mineshaft over 40 years ago, that would make sense. Makes one feel safe that you are an agent, Asshole.”
I contacted the state and local police. No one responded. I am in this alone. No one will or can help me. It is exhausting to think about.
But I cannot let this go. I cannot let him get away with murder. I cannot let him be buried in Jefferson Barracks Military Cemetery, while my mother rotted in a mineshaft. He always bragged about his worthiness to be buried in such an honorable place. Hardly. I cannot let that happen.
As I try to find out what happened to my mother, I find nothing. I subscribed to numerous database searchers. Nothing. NOTHING. I am even starting to wonder if my birth certificate is authentic.
My next step is to research every single digit and every single word on this age-yellowed document in front of me, “Certificate of Live Birth.”
Next Chapter: “Certificate of Live Birth.”