i wasnt sure what i could find that the police didnt , but since they were so sure that i was the killer , perhaps they might have overlooked something that could point to the real killer , or at the very least , something that would put me in the clear somehow . he was seated beside her , resting his hand on her shoulder . it had made for a decent-enough spring . he knew he would not be able to tell his son everything about their family history , but the book could do that . 