At 3:17 A.M., My Daughter Called From A Police Station — And The Officer Went Pale When I Arrived

the case with the clarity of things burned into you—Tommy Lang, twenty-two years old, caught on grainy surveillance pistol-whipping a convenience store clerk for forty-three dollars and a pack of cigarettes. I’d testified for three hours, walked the jury through the tape frame by frame. Tommy had gotten twenty-five years. He’d sworn in open court that continue reading …