My Daughter Called From A Police Station At 3:17 A.M.—And The Officer Went Pale When I Arrived

Richard disposing of Emily’s torn hoodie sleeve in the dumpster at 12:17 a.m.—the sleeve with her blood and his skin cells under the fingernails she’d scratched him with in self-defense.

The hoodie itself was recovered, bagged, tagged, sent to evidence.

Tommy Lang, Richard’s brother, even sent a letter from prison, forwarded by the DA, postmarked from continue reading …