I should first say that this was my first John Grisham novel. I should also say that one of the main reasons, if not the reason, I decided on picking this up was that Craig Wasson was the narrator. I know, not a great reason, but who’s asking?
I would love to go into the whole in-depth details, but I can honestly say I can’t without leaving a chunk out. The story of Ron Williamson was a bitter sweet one. He was an underdog, a man who had made mistakes, but not the one he was tried and convicted, and sentenced to death row for, awaiting execution. I have never been into the legal dramas but I apparently have been missing out. The story is covered in what felt like a documentary style of storytelling. I became very quickly intrigued with this story about a guy who essentially goes out partying one night with a friend, had a couple of drinks, hit on some women to no avail, and spent the rest of the night in a drunken stupor.
Debra Sue Carter was at the same bar as Ron that night. She was confronted by some guys for dances and what-not, but she never gave in to them. She left her friends behind and went home - for the last time. Later in the night, someone breaks in to her apartment and begins to harass her. She then gets hold of the telephone and calls her best friend who is still out for the night. The conversation was brief, ‘hellos’ were exchanged and Debra Sue Carter told her friend in an uneasy fashion that someone was at her house and they were making her feel ‘nervous’. Naturally her friend became very worried for her and started getting ready to pay Debra a visit. This friend knew that she was putting her life on the line for Carter, but she just couldn't sleep easy knowing her friend was in potential danger.
Minutes later the friend receives another call from Debra Sue, her voice much calmer now telling her that everything was fine, and not to worry about coming over – do not come over! This friend was even more scared for her girlfriend now. She made her way to Carter’s apartment and immediately noticed there was a break in. The window was busted in the front door, the house was in disarray, red blotches were strewn across the walls in what looked like blood, and there were massages written on the walls with what was later revealed as ketchup. One of the messages was, “don’t come looking for us”. At the age of 21, Debra Sue Carter was followed home on a cold December evening, harassed, beaten, strangled, and raped left to die alone in her apartment. It was a massacre.
This was a very incredible story of the injustice that affected two innocent men who were blamed for the death of a girl, and were mere moments away from being put to death for something they didn't do. I began listening to this because of the narrator, Craig Wasson, and ended up loving every minute of this heart breaking, bitter-sweet tale of how the legal system and police departments can very seriously accuse and convict a person without having an iota of proof. I can honestly say that John Grisham is a new favorite of mine now. He has a very simple but elegant way of telling a story, and I am very happy that this non-fiction novel was my first of many of his.