After The Murder Of My Son

In the summer of 2001, Peter Westra was 24 years old, gregarious, handsome, active, a successful young investment banker working in New York City and London. Dedicated to his family and friends, he had flown home to Minnesota for his grandmother's 90th birthday party, then hopped on a plane to Atlantic City to meet up with his Middlebury College buddies for a friend's bachelor party. Just 15 hours later, he was dead. Kicked to death on a sidewalk by bouncers outside a nightclub. This is his mother's story of the day her life was shattered and the intimate retelling of how she put the shards back together again, to save herself and her family -- back cover.