The Point. It's my 'hood. It's the neighbourhood where they found the body of a missing girl. It's Jolène Riendeau's 'hood.
When I first heard about the discovery of her body, I felt my pulse go up to my throat and a pounding heartbeat in my ears.
It doesn't surprise me that a homicide was committed there, as the barren, barricaded land is scary on a dark evening stroll. The train is loud and terrifying. There are ghosts of working-class bridge workers from decades ago. There's a new one who will haunt these haunts: Jolène. I hope they find the killer and throw away the key. She went to the store on her roller skates for some chips and was never heard from again. Until now. Killer beware.