"That's...that's it, mostly. He raped and killed my son and he got away with it." Murphy's throat was thick now, and talking was difficult mainly because of that. But he didn't pull away. He couldn't. Someone was holding him and listening to him and being kind...

No one had been kind to him since Frank.

"They...they got him when he did the same thing to another kid from Charlie's school. My wife left me. I...I don't blame her. She should've left me before she did. I...I stole a cop car. Went to the same prison. So...so I could do it. And I did. I thought...I thought it was the right thing to do. I know...I know it wasn't."

But it didn't change anything.