“I’ve done what I told you about my will. I wrote it myself, and Cora witnessed it. Some hard things passed between us over the years, but we made up in the end, the way sisters should. Still . . . if there’s any problem about the money, you’ll have this tape to back you up. I also told Tom to make sure there was no trouble about you getting your money, just in case Cora gets weak, or Lincoln turns her head. As for your part, you promised you’d do all in your power to bring Jimmy’s killers to justice, and tell the world what happened to him. What happened to me, I’d just as soon keep private, but I’ll leave that to you. I want you to keep Tom’s part in Frank Knox’s death secret until after he’s dead. I don’t expect that’ll be too long. Tom’s heart is in bad shape, and he’s got other health problems. He’ll be following me pretty soon. Maybe we’ll be together after all, somewhere. Lord knows we earned it, even if we’re together in the bad place. I could have lied to protect him on here, but I’m done lying now. Even for him.”

Viola is silent for several seconds. Then she says, “Lord, I almost forgot. A few other men came and went during the questioning at the machine shop. Some came just to look at me naked, I think. Others came to see the boys naked. They made a big fuss over Luther’s private parts. But I didn’t know those men. They were familiar, like I’d seen them on the street or at the Woolco, but I couldn’t name them. They were bad men, though. One of them got the idea that Luther and Jimmy should take a turn with me.” Viola shakes her head at the memory. “That’s when they shot Luther. But he still wouldn’t do it. I hope that with God’s help you can bring those men to justice someday. I fear they’ve caused a lot of suffering in the years they’ve trod this earth. For wives and children mostly, I imagine.