Even Mounties Miss

[badassmountie]

I grew up in the very North of Canada. The Northwest Territories and the Yukon are some of the most harsh and unforgiving places on the planet, and at the same time, the most beautiful. I was lucky enough to see great expanses of both, in living with my grandparents, who were travelling librarians. After becoming a member of the RCMP, I saw even

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[audio]

[clock_chime]

Your...your father was murdered? I...I'm so sorry...

[audio]

[badassmountie]

Oh, Miss Lotto, please don't worry about it. I apprehended his murderer and solved the case he had been working on.

[audio]

[clock_chime]

But still that...that must have been hard on you. I'm so sorry, I really am.

I...I'm glad his killer was brought to justice, though.

[audio]

[badassmountie]

...thank you, ma'am.

He was, twice over.

[audio]

[clock_chime]

Twice?

He...he didn't escape, did he?

[audio]

[badassmountie]

Not... exactly.

[audio]

[clock_chime]

Eh? What do you mean?

[audio]

[badassmountie]

I was expcted to protect him. He was expected to appear on trial as a witness, and as such was the focal point of some elusive killers determined to see him dead rather than testify.

He was also wanted by several federal agents, but my duty was to deliver him personally for his trial date. But all my good intentions were marred when rogue agents got to Gerrard and attempted to silence him permanently.

I managed to... quell any urges I had, any feelings of spite, and saved the man from certain death. He met his trial date, and was put back in prison afterwards.

[audio]

[clock_chime]

That...that sounds awful! Couldn't...couldn't they have asked someone else to guard your father's killer?