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The poet is Ruth, they told him matter-of-factly. Ed seemingly couldn't believe what he was hearing. He repeatedly muttered, oh my god, as the detectives informed him of all the evidence they'd uncovered in Ruth's office. Ed agreed to take a lie detector test to eliminate himself from the investigation.

The poet is Ruth, they told him matter-of-factly. Ed seemingly couldn't believe what he was hearing. He repeatedly muttered, oh my god, as the detectives informed him of all the evidence they'd uncovered in Ruth's office. Ed agreed to take a lie detector test to eliminate himself from the investigation.

During the test, he firmly denied knowing that Ruth was the poet or helping her carry out the scheme. The examiner found that Ed was telling the truth, and Chief Lemunion agreed. After conducting his extensive research into the case, Chief Lemunion was confident that Ruth had acted alone.

During the test, he firmly denied knowing that Ruth was the poet or helping her carry out the scheme. The examiner found that Ed was telling the truth, and Chief Lemunion agreed. After conducting his extensive research into the case, Chief Lemunion was confident that Ruth had acted alone.

During the test, he firmly denied knowing that Ruth was the poet or helping her carry out the scheme. The examiner found that Ed was telling the truth, and Chief Lemunion agreed. After conducting his extensive research into the case, Chief Lemunion was confident that Ruth had acted alone.

A search of the Finley home uncovered another book of poetry, more pieces of carbon paper and scraps of red bandana. Meanwhile, detectives approached Ruth at work and requested she come to the station under the pretense of looking at mugshots of potential poet suspects. Ruth happily agreed.

A search of the Finley home uncovered another book of poetry, more pieces of carbon paper and scraps of red bandana. Meanwhile, detectives approached Ruth at work and requested she come to the station under the pretense of looking at mugshots of potential poet suspects. Ruth happily agreed.

A search of the Finley home uncovered another book of poetry, more pieces of carbon paper and scraps of red bandana. Meanwhile, detectives approached Ruth at work and requested she come to the station under the pretense of looking at mugshots of potential poet suspects. Ruth happily agreed.

She arrived at the station and cheerfully greeted officers there, asking how they were and flashing her trademark kind smile. She was then led into an interview room. The detectives informed Ruth that they were about to ask her some tough questions, starting with the 1946 attack in Fort Scott.

She arrived at the station and cheerfully greeted officers there, asking how they were and flashing her trademark kind smile. She was then led into an interview room. The detectives informed Ruth that they were about to ask her some tough questions, starting with the 1946 attack in Fort Scott.

She arrived at the station and cheerfully greeted officers there, asking how they were and flashing her trademark kind smile. She was then led into an interview room. The detectives informed Ruth that they were about to ask her some tough questions, starting with the 1946 attack in Fort Scott.

As they worked their way up to the stabbing incident of 1976, the detectives' tone shifted, becoming more pointed and accusatory. Sensing the change in atmosphere, Ruth's smile faded. She slumped in her seat, her expression turning cold. Have you ever written any of the poet's letters? The detective asked point blank. No, sir, Ruth replied staunchly. The detective pressed on.

As they worked their way up to the stabbing incident of 1976, the detectives' tone shifted, becoming more pointed and accusatory. Sensing the change in atmosphere, Ruth's smile faded. She slumped in her seat, her expression turning cold. Have you ever written any of the poet's letters? The detective asked point blank. No, sir, Ruth replied staunchly. The detective pressed on.

As they worked their way up to the stabbing incident of 1976, the detectives' tone shifted, becoming more pointed and accusatory. Sensing the change in atmosphere, Ruth's smile faded. She slumped in her seat, her expression turning cold. Have you ever written any of the poet's letters? The detective asked point blank. No, sir, Ruth replied staunchly. The detective pressed on.

What if I told you I have evidence that shows you did? It's time to come clean. Ruth appeared puzzled and struggled to respond. The detectives weren't convinced. They asked Ruth, Do you want to keep playing your game? Telling her, You got a problem, lady. Ruth seemed confused. When did I mail those letters? she asked softly.

What if I told you I have evidence that shows you did? It's time to come clean. Ruth appeared puzzled and struggled to respond. The detectives weren't convinced. They asked Ruth, Do you want to keep playing your game? Telling her, You got a problem, lady. Ruth seemed confused. When did I mail those letters? she asked softly.

What if I told you I have evidence that shows you did? It's time to come clean. Ruth appeared puzzled and struggled to respond. The detectives weren't convinced. They asked Ruth, Do you want to keep playing your game? Telling her, You got a problem, lady. Ruth seemed confused. When did I mail those letters? she asked softly.

The detectives showed her the photos they took of her at the Eastgate Mall. Ruth shook her head, refusing to meet their eyes as tears began to well. Do you need help? the detective asked gently. In a quiet voice, Ruth responded, yes. Ruth gradually admitted she was responsible for all of the incidents attributed to the poet, except for setting fire to the Christmas wreath on her front door.

The detectives showed her the photos they took of her at the Eastgate Mall. Ruth shook her head, refusing to meet their eyes as tears began to well. Do you need help? the detective asked gently. In a quiet voice, Ruth responded, yes. Ruth gradually admitted she was responsible for all of the incidents attributed to the poet, except for setting fire to the Christmas wreath on her front door.

The detectives showed her the photos they took of her at the Eastgate Mall. Ruth shook her head, refusing to meet their eyes as tears began to well. Do you need help? the detective asked gently. In a quiet voice, Ruth responded, yes. Ruth gradually admitted she was responsible for all of the incidents attributed to the poet, except for setting fire to the Christmas wreath on her front door.