For almost two months we waited anxiously for the results. Finally, on December 9, 2012, we got our answer. Wakshull had generated a sixty-five-page report, complete with comparative exhibits and analysis, and had concluded that he was virtually certain that … Continue reading →
“Hallo, I’m looking for Gary Stewart,” a heavily German- accented voice said in perfect English. Gripping the handset, I said, “This is Gary speaking.” “This is Guenevere. What’s this about you being my brother?” I could tell she was smiling … Continue reading →
What I found in the Morning Advocate broke my heart—a picture of a baby held in the arms of a Baton Rouge police officer. The headline, on March 16, read, “Tot Abandoned Here Is Put in Hospital for Observation.” I … Continue reading →
“Can you bring a DNA kit down here?” he said. A few minutes later, an officer walked in, the sound of his clanking handcuffs preceding him. At five feet eleven inches, the man was slender and graying but handsome, with … Continue reading →
A few days later, on April 6, 2004, I was out celebrating a victory with my co-workers when my phone rang. My company had just successfully completed its first major project engineered and executed by my employees in our Baton … Continue reading →
Lake Herman Road was well known by local teenagers as a great place to make out. The entrance to the Benicia water- pumping station was perfect—isolated and surrounded by rolling hills. A locked gate prevented kids from entering the pumping … Continue reading →
By the middle of the decade, music in the San Francisco area was evolving as groups like the Warlocks (later the Grateful Dead) and Jefferson Airplane, whose signature psychedelic sound would embody the hippie movement, moved into Haight-Ashbury and honed … Continue reading →
Jonau and Fournier headed to Pirate’s Alley, an appropriate area in which to find their subject. Legend says that the one-block-long alley, which runs from Chartres Street to Royal Street, was once a safe haven for pirates, although its very … Continue reading →
About twenty minutes later, a voice over the intercom announced, “Baton Rouge Depot” as the train squealed to a stop. Van stood up, pulled me close to him, and exited the train on the west side of the station. He … Continue reading →
My father was placed in a cell on the sixth floor of the Hall of Justice. He was sitting on his bunk, contemplating his next move, when a handsome young man walked up. “Mr. Best, might I have a word … Continue reading →