Tim's friend or relative

You need to explain it.

You remember that house?

Our youngest son messaged me in the afternoon and said that the cops were at our house.

So no.

Well, the first thing I said was, no, you have the wrong guy.

You have the wrong guy.

He didn't say any of those things until he had proclaimed his innocence a hundred times and was shown pictures and videos.

They kept coming down harder on him.

It took months.

It was almost as if they just brought a truck with a bunch of boxes and dumped it out on the front lawn and said, there you go, work it out.

The randomized probability, the profile would not be

Less common than 1 in 234 quintillion.

We were told we couldn't talk to him.

I couldn't give him a hug.

Couldn't tell him I love him.

Anything.

The problem is that it's subjective.

And I'm not even going to call it a subjective science because it's not a science.

But the whole point of trial, the analyst, she had to admit she couldn't be 100% sure.

You can't just keep saying, I don't want to remember this.