Chapters (62)
- Cover
- Other Books by This Author
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Part One: The Orphans of Murder
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Part Two: In the Absence of Justice
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Part Three: At Any Cost
- Prologue
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Acknowledgments
“A forensic psychologist who’s written a lot about the Good Shepherd case and consulted with the FBI on other serial-killer issues.”
“What are you … what are you doing?” There was a pressure in her lowered voice, as though she were furious and trying not to show it.
“I want to know everything there is to know about the case.”
“What was all that stuff about everybody’s understanding of it being wrong?”
“Not wrong necessarily, just poorly supported by the facts.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I already told you Rudy Getz is going ahead with my documentary, with the set of test interviews I did. Rudy wants to use the raw footage I shot with my own camera. He says it enhances the reality. I told you this—that he’s going ahead with the program—nationally, on the RAM News Network. Now you’re telling me it’s all wrong, or it might all be wrong? I don’t get where you’re going with this. This isn’t what I asked you to do. You’re turning everything upside down. Why are you doing this?”
“Nothing has been turned upside down. I’m just trying to get a grip on what’s going on. Some disturbing things have happened, to you and to me, and I don’t want—”
“That’s no reason to go charging headfirst into the project, ripping it up, trying to prove it’s all wrong!”
“The only place I went headfirst was down your stairs. I don’t want either of us to get blindsided like that again.”
“Then just keep an eye on my idiot boyfriend!” She corrected herself. “My idiot ex-boyfriend.”
“Suppose it wasn’t him. Suppose—”
“Don’t be silly! Who else could it be?”
“Someone who knows about the project and doesn’t want you to complete it.”
“Who? Why?”
“Two excellent questions. Let’s start with the first. How many people know what you’re working on?”
“Know about the documentary? Maybe a million?”
“What?”
“A million, at least. Maybe a lot more. The RAM website, Internet news releases, e-mail blasts that go out to all the local stations and local newspapers, RAM Facebook pages, my own Facebook page, Connie’s Facebook page, my Twitter account—God, there’s so much—all the prospective participants, all their contacts …”
“So just about anyone could have access to the information.”
“Of course. Maximum exposure. That’s the goal.”
“Okay. That means we need to come at it from a different direction.”