I agree, bioemerl and havires. I found a lot of things horrifying in the story -- the greatest horror being that a man would have to dedicate his life to getting justice for his daughter. He used his one and only life to pursue this, to think about it every day for decades, to have this be his purpose in life. Yes, there's the feel-good moment of going outside of the system to get justice, then putting delivery of justice in the hands of the courts, and then getting proper justice, and the clincher of getting forgiveness for kidnapping someone. It's a helluva story. But even with the "happy ending", he still lost his daughter. Lots of mixed emotions in this story, it's been haunting me.
Fuck it. I think if I knew the person who raped and killed my daughter was free and raping and endangering other girls I would become like a samurai, I'd accept that I was dead already and dedicate my life to ending that man. What would life be worth to know that a person who did that to my family was still doing the same thing to other peoples? It seems obvious that it would be worth more to spare some other soul the desolation and pain that I lived in than to worry about finding away to whittle away the hours in torment until I died. What consequences could be worse than the pain of loosing your daughter to such a foul being?