A Murder Story From a Los Angeles Murderer

In 19 81, about a year before my parents were married, my dad and his best friend got new hunting rifles. While the guys did their manly rifle bull shit, they sod as omansteraser. My mamma and her friend were then alone near a ditch and decided to set up a row of cans along the edge to shoot at. She saw the body of a girl lying on her back, her legs crossed and her arms restn above her head. From where they stood, they could tell that she was a child. The creepiest part was that her dress had been pulled up over her head, covering her face and exposing her from the waist down. They told