The heart of this book is 100 pages of transcript of conversations between an 18 year and cops trying to coerce him into admitting he murdered his mother. And with every question and answer the injustice gets deeper and deeper leaving you shaking the booking yelling, “Lawyer Up you dumb schmuck!” And yet he doesn’t because he knows the cops don’t want him too and he wants to please the cops (and he's a moron). The first person he talks to who really has his best interest at heart is a fellow prisoner.I can’t fathom how these cops actually felt they had the right guy. It seemed like they didn’t want to find the actual murderer, they just wanted to get someone to admit to it. The physical evidence screamed this kid didn’t do it. I don’t understand how a jury convicted him. This is “The Emperor’s New Clothes” except set in a Connecticut Court Room. Bottom line, always ask for a lawyer.
