Keith Morrison

Charming guy could disarm a perfect stranger, even a suspicious detective.

Parris had already invested a considerable sum of money in the O'Keeffe investigation.

And perhaps to add some pressure on the DA, he invited a special guest, a reporter from the Antelope Valley Press.

The local newspaper was there while you deposed this man?

Yes.

Something else that usually doesn't happen?

When Jennings arrived at the big office with the four-foot letters spelling Paris's name, he came alone.

He did not bring a lawyer.

didn't have one.

I do.

Jennings settled himself in the big mauve-colored conference room.

They'd put him in a high-backed boardroom chair with a potted plant behind him.

A few feet away, Michelle's parents, Pat and Mike O'Keefe, stared intently.

They had been cautioned some of the testimony would be graphic, and all of it was being videotaped by a camera crew.

Jennings just swatted that one away.

But then Paris brought up that polygraph, the one Jennings had submitted to before his cognitive interview.

And so it went on for hours, Paris probing, deconstructing, trying to unravel Jennings' story.

The lawyer might have advised Jennings not to rise to the bait, not to say the things he said.

But, of course, he didn't have a lawyer.

Jennings seemed brash, even cocky.