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...obligation to bring him in for questioning. And he seemed a credible confessor with inside knowledge about JonBenet. He knew, for instance, about the bracelet on JonBenet's arm, although it turned out that it had been mentioned in the autopsy report. And he wrote about her runny nose, although that's common among kids during the winter. Investigators therefore tested his credibility with other details he mentioned in his e-mail messages. He wrote, for example, about his mother trying to burn him. Yes, it happened, and his other stories also held up. "Most of the time...
...world is filled with friends. He knows the cop with the abused arches, the complaisant heiress, the slick saloon proprietor, the sick comic, the sullen stoolie who talks in the guarded whisper of cell block and exercise yard ... HE IS HARD-MUSCLED, HANDSOME, HANDY WITH A SNUB-NOSE .38, AND HIS HIDE IS AS TOUGH AS THE BLUING ON A PISTOL BARREL. Decent, disillusioned and altogether incredible, he is a soap opera Superman. He is television's 'Private Eye.' Smarter than the cops, craftier than the crooks, too quick to be caught and domesticated by the classiest doll...
...because of this newfound freedom that I only started missing home when I first got sick. As I morosely slopped away the goop oozing from my nose, all I wanted was for my mom to get me some chicken noodle soup while my neighborhood pals brought me my homework assignments...
...days after our first meeting, we got together again in Beijing. As we were leaving, Chen had a last request: Would it be possible to see what I looked like? He lifted his hands and felt my face. My nose, he commented, wasn't especially big for a foreigner's. Chen was blinded by a fever as a small child. His hands--as well as an unusually supportive family that reads out loud to him everything from law books to letters from peasants requesting his legal aid--are what allow him to see the world...
...wrapped up our meeting in Beijing that day last September, Chen had one last request: Would it be possible to see what I looked like? I said sure. Chen lifted his hands and felt my face. My nose, he commented, wasn't too big for a foreigner's. Chen had been blinded by a fever as a small child. His hands, as well as an unusually supportive family that read him law books out loud, were what allowed him to see the world...