Mike Shepard

We've got to get a little more.

Put my cigarette in the ashtray or on the ashtray, I don't know which.

Where was the ashtray?

Sitting on the coffee table.

And when I went out the front door, when I slammed the front door, that lamp fell.

It's still hard to admit that I may have started that fire.

In his statement, he pinpoints the actual origin of the point of fire, which is one of the few things we had that was useful from our fire investigation.

He would not have known that.

That was not public record.

Only the killer would know that.

What we surmised he did was put a candle in a pool of lantern oil and let it burn down.

Where was she?

The disappearance of Carrie Farmer was quite unlike any other, because Carrie hadn't exactly vanished, but retreated beyond the shadows to release rage in torrents of text messages.

Beyond diabolical, beyond the macabre, to murder, a story straight out of left field.

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She struck me as just a squirrely witness.

She'd flip-flopped.

She had at one time exonerated Delbert before vigorously trying to get him convicted.