Chapter EighteenSeven Days After
At 11:00 a.m., Linda Caldwell and a painfully thin man in his late sixties with wisps of white hair pointing in all directions sat at a conference room table at LAPD. Brad Caldwell waited in the lobby to take his wife home.
“That's her lawyer, Arthur Johnson,” Stacey told Curt Lowell as they looked into the room through a one-way mirror.
Stacey and Curt Lowell walked into the room, while Jeff Butler and Alicia Garcia watched through the mirrored window and took notes. Upon entering, Stacey said, “I'm Detective Gray with LAPD. This is Agent Lowell with the FBI.” They shook hands briefly, and then as she sat down, Stacey added, “I want to go over the terms that have been agreed for this meeting. First of all, Ohio prosecutors have agreed that they will agr
