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I
won’t dwell on the trial, Doctor Duncan.
I know I need to pick up the pace.
Soon, I will have to have my own trial, and you will want to know what
to say about me at it. I realize what you have to say will be very important in
how I’m prosecuted and what the outcome may be. I should care what you decide, but I don’t. Not really.
I just want to tell my story like I promised I would, and for you to
leave everyone else alone like you promised you would.
Mark
was convicted for his assault on Wilbur Jones.
He repudiated his confession to Lisa’s murder as a tactic to intimidate
me. “I was trying to get Lance to own up
to his complicity in Lisa’s murder and find out what he was doing hanging out near
the men’s locker room,” he stated at the trial.
Fortunately,
even though there was not enough for a sure conviction of Mark for his other
crimes, there was even less there for me to be credibly accused of them.
What
about Robert Pelley, who was there in the locker room witnessing Mark's murder
of Mrs. Forsyth? He claimed he wasn’t there. After I ran out of the men’s athletic storage
room, I had no idea what Robert Pelley did. I was too preoccupied with trying
to save my own skin.
He
did not join Mark Granite in his pursuit of me, and Wilbur Jones and his
friends did not see Robert. There was no
physical evidence to tie him to the scene, and Robert’s buddies, Walter Drayton
and Stevey Tubbs, alibied him as tossing footballs near the football field
during the time of the murder.
At
the time, I was just happy that Mark Granite had been convicted of something. His reign of terror was at an end. Or so I thought.
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