These are the most important, the most crucial themes of my criminal case.
The only lead of me to the murder of Mrs. Franklin is my false confession which I made to protect my girlfriend and her new born son. This false statement is full of things that are just flat out impossible, I was just making anything up, anything I thought he wanted to hear.
A video or at the very least an audio recording of the interrogation would have shown how he conducted himself. I wasn’t even taken into the interrogation room. Instead we were in his private office, and then to two other offices because we kept getting ‘interrupted’.
I have been here for 24 years for something I didn’t do. Thanks to DNA they know I didn’t do. The thing about DNA is that it cannot lie. You cannot fake DNA. One thing I know, my blood type is O, and nothing from me was found there. Yet there was a different blood type found and it damn sure isn’t mine, or is it Mrs. Franklin’s grandsons Lee and Eric. If not ours then whose? Also I had none of her DNA on me. No defensive wounds. How could I in a drunken sty pot of a violent assault, have zero wounds or dank on myself or DNA on her? So that is it in a nutshell.