The Seattle Weekly had a big, prominent, well-written article about Ann Rule and one of her numerous true crime books. It's the sort of thing that makes you think. Perhaps, you ponder, Ann Rule has in fact performed some sloppy journalism, hasn't done her research. She's been at it forever, after all, and maybe she's just going through the motions nowadays.
Then this happens. Turns out the diligent investigative journalist has become enamored of his "innocent" subject. One can only question...um...everything...about his story now. I think there's a movie to be made from this little bit of prison drama.