How can something that moves at the speed of a funeral procession make hearts race?
How can a parade float with a clock going backward make you feel so good about the future?
This is how:
On the night of April 16, 2010, Arkansas State student Michael (Rudy) Gilmore, just home from working his two jobs, one at Walmart and one refereeing intramurals, was shot in the head in his apartment. Who murdered him is still a mystery.
Who'd want to kill Rudy?
"If you needed a dime, Rudy would give you the whole quarter," says his mother, Jerlene.
Rudy's 17-year-old sister, Kaneisha, was poleaxed with grief. Everybody loved Rudy, but none more than she. Rudy had promised to be her escort for homecoming court this football season.
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