guilty and is just getting off because he has dementia.” “Exactly. Being tried

in the court of public opinion is often far worse than having your day in court.

At least in the latter you get a judgment one way or the other. What’s the name

of the CID agent on the case?” “Ted Hull out of the Twelfth MPs, JBLE.” He could

hear her writing this down. “I’ll contact him and tell him of my representation.

I’ll need you to sign a retainer agreement if your father can’t. And I’ll need

to meet with your father at some point.” “I’m not sure how helpful that will

be.” “I still need to do it. I can’t rep someone without meeting them.” “Okay,

I’ll arrange that.” “Are you his guardian, Puller? Do you have a power of

attorney?” “Yes. We did that when my dad came to the VA hospital.” “Good, that

simplifies matters. I’ll have to request the CID file from the investigation

they did back then. They must have talked to people, and I can get those

statements, plus information on any theories or leads they might have been

trying to run down.” “I want a copy of it when you do.” “Why?” “Why do you

think?” “You shouldn’t go there.” “Yeah, I’ve heard that before.” Her next

statement surprised him. “Did you ever look at any of the case files when you

got to CID?” she asked. “I tried to, but they wouldn’t let me access them.

Because of my personal connection to the case.” Puller had just told the woman a

lie. He had never tried to access the case files. And right now he didn’t really

know why.

 

Shireen interrupted these thoughts. “What does your brother think of all this?”

“He’s more analytical about these things than I am.” “Meaning he doesn’t

necessarily believe your father didn’t do it?” Puller had no response to that.

“I have some forms I need you to fill out so I can get going on this,” she said.