Like pulling teeth.
So I wrote some stories. I didn’t call Walters the False Witness, but the moniker stuck anyway. They say the papers tell readers what to think, but it works the other way, too. The public figured a lawyer had to be the liar in this little blood-soaked play, so that’s what everybody else ended up writing.
Me, I was working on other stuff. Gloria might’ve put me on the murder beat, but it wasn’t where I did my best work. So I didn’t even try. Instead I went around and interviewed people about all the other victims, starting with the first guy and working my way down. There was a lot of what you’d call human interest stories, and at first I was getting them spiked pretty regularly.
But pretty soon it all started working out. See, the problem with chasing stories about the latest murder’s is, there’s a limit to how much you can write about it before you’re just writing the same thing. People want to hear about the blood in the alley and the mystery and the terror, sure — but they also want a story. Stories I can do, no problem. I just wished the cops would find the Decalogue Killer before I had to write any more about him.