John Dillinger's lost daughter.

Slip of the tongue

'Lucille can you please take out the trash?' Her mother asks.
'Of course mother.' She says and she takes out the trash.
'Do you think she will find out?'
'Be quiet! she might hear you.'
'But do you think she will find out?' Lucille hears her father asks when she walks back in.
'I'm not sure, but we need to keep it a secret for as long as possible.' She hears her mother say.
'And if she finds out, what do we do than?' Her father asks.
'She will definitely try to find him and figure everything out.'
'And we won't be able to stop her.' She hears her father sigh.
'Won't be able to stop who?'
Lucille walks in with a questioning face.
'Nothing sweetheart.' Her mother quickly says.
'But you were talking about someone figuring out something, who were you talking about?' She asks
'It doesn't matter Lucille.' Her father says.
'No but-'
'Stop reminding me of your father!' Her mother suddenly yells.
'But he's right next to you.' Lucille says.
Her mother looks at her father in shock.
'Wait.' Lucille says softly.
Her mother turns back to her.
'Lucille.' She says.
'Is he my real father?' Lucille asks.
'Yes of course he is!' Her mother says.
'This explains everything! This explains why I don't look like him and everything!' Lucille says.
'He is your real father! Stop making things up!' Her mother says.
'Than why did you say that I remind you of him? Like he's gone for a long time?' She asks.
'Because I am not your father!' Her father yells out of nowhere.
Lucille and her mother become silent.
'Harold.' Her mother says softly.
'John Dillinger.' Her father says.
'He is your real father, you're an Dillinger.' Her father continues.
'I'm an Dillinger?' Lucille says softly.
Her mother sighs.
'I can explain.' Her mother says.
Lucille looks at her mother.
'Your father, John Herbert Dillinger, he was a criminal, he lived in Indianapolis, a city not far away from here, to protect you from the danger I changed your last name and we moved to here.' Her mother says.
'Indianapolis? I need to go there I need to find my real father!' Lucille says.
'You can't!' Her mother says.
Lucille looks at her with a questionable face.
'He died 22 Juli 1934 in Chicago, he got shot three times and died after that.' Her mother says.
'And after that is when you were born.' Her father continues.
'My real father is dead?' Lucille asks softly.
Both her mother and father nodded.
'I want to know more about him, I want to visit his grave!' She says and she starts to pack different types of clothes and other important things.
'You can't! It's dangerous.' Her mother says.
'I need to, he's my father.' Lucille says.
'Than take this.' Her mother says as she helps to pack.

After a while Lucille had began with a long journey to her fathers grave.
She took different types of transport, cars, trains, horses and so on.
Until she arrived at Indianapolis...