I’d been so sure I’d discovered something profound that would help us better understand what makes a psychopath a psychopath, but the disconnect between my brain pattern and my behavior might imply that my theory of the psychopath brain was wrong, or, at the very least, incomplete. In December 2005, two months after I discovered my abnormal brain scans, my wife, Diane, and I hosted a barbecue for our immediate family one Sunday in our backyard. As I was grilling various meats and veggies, my mother, Jennie, pulled me aside. “I hear you’ve been going around the country talking about murderers’ brains,” she whispered. She knew I’d given a few lectures in which I mentioned that my own brain looked just like a killer’s. “I think there is something you should look at.” She had my full attention. “Your cousin Dave mentioned a new historical book that was published, and it is about our family. Well, actually, it’s about your father’s family.”
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