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It took him a while to find you. His cops hunted for motive, evidence, all the things the D.A. talked about during Wilson’s trial.

He showed you grainy black and white photos. Blood-drenched walls, mutilated bodies; you kept your legs crossed to hide your excitement. He paced in front of the jury, talking about method, alibis, everything you needed to know. You saw how the D.A. got Wilson.

The cops traced the pictures you took. So what? It was sweet!

There’s still your trial. The D.A. will show more police photos. He’ll even show yours, the color pictures. He really doesn’t get it.

One of the guys on the jury will avoid your mistakes.

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