My name is Bruce, and I'm caught in the midst of a grave injustice. As you explore the events of October 1, 2004, it might be useful to know a bit about my life. I sat in the dimly lit interrogation room, the air thick with suspicion, as the police detectives bombarded me with relentless questions. They seemed utterly disinterested in the details of my past or the experiences that made me who I am today. Yet, shouldn't these things play a crucial role in determining someone's guilt or innocence, especially in a violent crime? But then again, maybe it's naive to think they'd care.
The question of what a person is capable of doing is on our minds and yet not so when considering crimes where opportunity, alibis, and means are all that matters.
Let me offer some glimpses into my life and the experiences that have shaped me, though capturing the entirety of who I am in this book feels both necessary and futile.