Kevin Flynn opens his story with a visit to a Maryland cemetery and the final resting place for the victims of a brutal crime in Washington, D.C. Diane Hawkins and her 13 year-old daughter, Katrina, are at the center of the case. He recited a prayer for the faithful departed at the grave site. He promised to write a book, and 14 years later, this is it. In May of 1993, Diane and Katrina were mutilated, with the daughter’s heart cut out. Naturally, the crime scene was a bloody mess. The bodies were discovered shortly after midnight by Diane’s nephew. Katrina was one of six children ranging from 20 years to 22 months; mom was quite fertile, and she was one of eleven, so it must have been genetic. A surviving son, Reco, told the police that an ex-boyfriend, surprise, surprise, had killed his mother. Norman Harrell was suspect number one. Norm was one of four of Diane’s baby daddy’s. The police interviewed the suspect and he denied any involvement in the deaths. Diane had first become romantically linked with Norman while still in a relationship with another man, one of her kid’s fathers. She must have heard Confucius’ adage, may you live in interesting times. Diane’s closest friend, Deborah, told the cops that Norman claimed to have Jamaican buddies who would cut up and kill anyone for money. The Baltimore P.D. referred to them as “Jakes” in David Simon’s great book, “Homicide.” Flynn viewed a videotape of the funeral service for the victims and was astounded by the exuberance at the African American church, celebrating the passage into the next life with Jesus. In his Roman Catholic experience, the rituals were much more subdued and ritualistic. As a retired R.C. with a Jamaican, born again ex-girlfriend, I can relate. Diane’s ancestors were slaves from North Carolina with mixed blood from their white slave master. She was light skinned with reddish brown hair. Her choices in men were poor and a bakery job was not sufficient to support her six children, but court ordered child support helped. Katrina’s father, Willie was quiet and gentle man, and Diane dumped him for the loud and obnoxious Norman Harrell; nice guys finish last. Norm already had children with other woman and court ordered payments to one of them, Gale Tolson. Nine months later, they married each other. This is a goddamn soap opera. Norm was angry at Diane for an upcoming child support hearing, and it had been scheduled for the day after the murders. Flynn hoped for a slam dunk verdict. Most of his cases were drug related, but this one wasn’t. The overkill indicated a crime of passion. The DNA in Harrell’s truck matched the victims. Harell’s lawyer delayed the trial to July 1994. The phrase if it doesn’t fit, you must acquit is hitting me at this point; touchdown O.J. At the first trial hearing, the defense moved to suppress the blood evidence, as Harrell was not placed under arrest when he was stopped. It was the old “fruit of a poisoned tree” case law. The judge needed to be convinced of probable cause. The legal battle was like a tennis match, and the scales of justice can be quite finicky. Flynn read from Katrina’s autopsy report during his opening statement to the jury. His punch line was, “the heart is absent.” He is a natural storyteller, with a shanachie in his Irish bloodline. His opponent was a black woman who spoke the jurors’ language. Ten of them were African-Americans from the D.C, area. Once again, I see O.J. Michele Roberts opened with a strong, passionate voice, and Flynn was impressed. His organizational skills were evident, as twenty eight witnesses testified in three days. The defense presented Harrell’s wife and it not go well. Robert’s witnesses were weak and Flynn was able to take them apart. The prosecutor is very good at his job. He was touched by the 50+ Hawkins’s family members and friends who prayed with him in a circle, hand-in-hand, for justice. They also prayed for Flynn’s cancer stricken father. Kevin was moved to tears, and so was I. The verdict was a hard fought one and I will leave it to the reader to discover. I hope for more books by the D.A., but, unfortunately, there is another Kevin Flynn, a journalist. A web search on Thrift Books does not separate them.