She wouldn’t retract her story of twenty-one years ago, nor did she give him anything he could use in court, if Jeri were trying the Sitton murder case again. But she wasn’t. These were different murders—a whole new ballgame. He went back to the townhouse he shared with Jeraldine on Beacon Hill. After booting up the computer, he spent an hour researching. He felt good about his theory, but he still didn’t have the proof he needed. When Jeraldine called, he told her he believed he had narrowed Karen Sitton’s murderer to one man, and that the same person murdered Rayanne Johnson. “I think I know how, but I can’t prove it,” he said. “Not yet.” “Why won’t you tell me?” she asked. “I want to talk to him first. You should know what it’s like for a man to be wrongly accused. If I’m wrong, I will have cast doubt on an innocent person. I don’t want to do that.” “Have you heard from anyone?”
