A Memoir of a Bloody Day

Peter and joan porko lived in delmar a suburb 150 miles north of new york city. Both were aged in their fifties and had worked in their respective fields for decades. Peter, who was known as gentle peter around the court house, had never missed a shift without informing his colleagues. So on november n two thousand four, when he failed to show up for work without explanation, concerns grew. He collapsed forward, landing at the foot of the staircase.