
What if the dogs of war kill you and then fake it as if you had committed suicide? What if a dirty machine was used to cast a shadow over your truthful articles to prove that something was mentally wrong with you? It would stick. You are a woman. What if the blood-thirsty hellhounds of the past, so alive among us, set up a scenario where the only outcome is that the investigation of your death becomes obsolete by the passage of time?







