At 1:47 A.M., A Call From A Police Station Turned A Routine Arrest Into A Reckoning That Reached Boston

from the person who had perhaps known Michael best.

That night, after he’d gone to bed, my phone lit up with a text from Jennifer.

Spoke with Robert. He’s claiming it was all a misunderstanding. But he couldn’t explain the mark on Tyler’s face. I’m not going back to Portland tomorrow. Need more time.

I replied carefully: Take all the time you need. Tyler continue reading …