At dusk, a park smells of wet leaves and coffee. Volunteers scrape gravel with their boots as flashlights sweep across the fence line. A neighbor tapes flyers to a post, hugs a grieving mother, and promises the cameras he will not stop looking. But what if the hand that passes you a candle is the same one that snuffed out the light?
Here is one of the most disturbing truths in criminal investi...
