An Innocent Man Link

George Tiller was dying of emphysema. He had one lung left and nothing to lose. He wrote a letter to Linda Okonkwo: “The leak was pre-existing. Someone loosened the fitting. Your client was there to fix the refrigerator, not the gas line. But the gas line was tampered with the same day. That’s not a coincidence. That’s a frame.”

Eli picked up the frame, ran his thumb over the glass. “My wife,” he said. “She died in a car accident twenty years ago. That’s why I left Ohio. Not because of the fire. Because every street reminded me of her.” An Innocent Man

He put the photograph back down, facing outward so anyone who entered could see it. George Tiller was dying of emphysema

Marisol began to cry. Eli did not embrace her, but he didn’t turn away either. He simply stood there, letting the rain fall on both of them, a man who had lost fifteen years to a lie and gained back something harder to name. Someone loosened the fitting

“Beautiful work,” she said, holding up a restored Waltham. “You must have very steady hands.”