CHAPTER NINE
JUNE 6, 10 AM
PHOENIX POLICE DEPARTMENT
You got a crazy idea, Gene McLain. I go back the next day to see the kid.
“Did you ever hear of a lie detector, Bob?”
“Yeah, I read about it.”
“Would you be willing to take a lie detector test? Now, think before you answer. If you’re lying, that machine will know it.”
“Well, I’ll do anything that you say. If you want me to take a test, sure, I’ll do it.”
“Alright, Chief Morse must be getting sick of me, but I will try. That’s all that I can do, Bob. Try.”
My hunch worsens, or maybe it’s just my hope. Chief Morse agrees to the lie detector test, and as a special favor to me, Dr. Morrison agrees to conduct it. So, I sit there, tense, listening to a boy battle a machine for his life.
“You live in Massachusetts?”
“No, I mean use t
