Max Shindler was murdered by Toronto Police Services; all those who knew about his demise, and never spoke about it, or prevented me from uncovering the truth, are equally complicit. My father wrote a letter to 32 Division; I had the opportunity to read it as well; it didn't make the slightest bit of sense, however, regardless, members of Toronto's Police Force saw it as an avenue to satiate their unquenchable desire to kill, and by doing so they revealed their true nature, which was my father's hope, and expectation. Without law, and order, civilization is not possible, and this is what my fa...