said Sokolowski. “I know it.” “Even if he did it, we can’t prove anything.” “We can get his picture out to Thormanby,” said Alberg. “Put him on the island at the time Grayson died, at least. It’s a start. Then we can bring him in, talk to him, and take it from there. Maybe the camera will turn up.” Hetty Willis’s scrapbook lay on the desk in front of him. It contained mimeographed programs from school concerts. An invitation to Bobby’s high school graduation. Photographs of Bobby in Halloween costumes. Photographs of Bobby with his parents, and with Hetty. Notes that he’d written her, thanking her for Christmas and birthday presents. Newspaper clippings about his arrest, trial and sentencing. And letters he’d sent her from prison. Photographs had been entered as evidence of a drug transaction between Ransome and two fourteen-year-olds who had later testified for the prosecution.
