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Montreal Gazette, Le Devoir , La Presse , and
even in alternative media such as the Montreal Mirror and Hour Magazine, all
asking witnesses to come forward for a "substantial reward."
    She will not answer specifics about the
reward, except to say, "It is substantial in two ways. It is a
considerable amount of money and the evidence must be substantiated."
Crimestoppers has run a feature on Laura, but without obtaining any helpful
leads. Mrs. Lee is determined to do it on her own: "Next week, I will hold
a vigil on the bridge. I will be wearing a sign: 'WHO KILLED LAURA LEE?' I will
hold a cross for her."
    It is believed that Lee was heading
toward the Formula One track for her customary morning exercise, in-line
skating.
    If anyone has information about Laura
Lee's death, they are encouraged to contact the police.
    ***
    When I typed in a link she'd provided, I
discovered a YouTube video interview with Mrs. Lee. A man held a microphone in
her face and asked, "Do you really think the driver will turn himself
in?"
    Mrs. Lee was dressed completely in black,
from shirt to shoes to purse. The camera zoomed in on her neatly made-up face.
Even though the picture quality was crappy, I could tell her eyes were red.
"Maybe. I can only ask. Maybe a friend will report them. Maybe the killer
will at least feel shame and will know I have not forgotten."
    "Some people say you're going too
far."
    She did not blink. "Some people's
children are alive and breathing."
    "Yes, but it's been said your own
husband does not support your campaign."
    She paused before answering, "I
don't answer to anyone else except Laura, myself, and God."
    The interviewer raised his eyebrows.
"Does that mean you would consider vigilante action?"
    She shook her head. "I want
justice."
    The interviewer paused and pointed at her
black outfit. He asked, "It's been almost a year. Are you in mourning?"
    She replied, "Always."
    ***
    That got to me. Always . How do you survive that depth of sadness?
    I tried to remember what Mrs. Lee had
been wearing when we met. Something dark for sure. So she was still in
mourning, if you hadn't already guessed.
    I knew most people in the emerg probably
thought she should mourn Laura and let her go. But how could you do that?   How would you?
    Which was why I had to help her. Even if
I turned out to be just the five-hundredth opinion saying, "They did
everything they could. I'm sorry."
    I sifted through the police reports. It
seemed like they'd interviewed a myriad of people, but only one woman said
she'd been driving on Île Ste-Hélène on that Friday morning. She saw "a
big black truck," wasn't sure of the make, model, or year, only that it
was driving too fast, coming from Île Notre-Dame. She thought maybe there was a
driver and a passenger in it. It was dented and the right headlight was broken,
but it was raining and she hadn't gotten a good look at anything, including the
license plate. Then, when she saw Laura's body, she'd pulled over on the island
and called the police.
    After the ambulance took Laura away, the
police came and gathered what evidence they could, focusing on the blood
spatter, a concrete rail imprinted with black paint imprints, headlight
fragments and skid marks.
    They measured everything. They
interviewed that witness, Lucinda McLaughlin, repeatedly. They put the word out
through the media and through Crimestoppers.
    I had copies of multiple reports, but mostly
it was people saying, "Yeah, I saw a car driving weirdly that day."
No one got a good view of the driver or the passenger. The main witness said it
had been a black truck, but three others said navy, and someone else said
beige.
    Later that morning, at the corner of
Embro and Saguenay, they found a 2003 Toyota 4Runner. Black. A man had called
it in because of the blood and hair on the front left fender. Long, black hair.
I swallowed hard and ran my hand over my own locks. I'd never been so relieved
I'd cut them.
    Of course, the vehicle had been