NOTE: The publisher graciously gave me a copy of this book and asked me to write a review.
In June, 2000, Tracy Fortson, a female sheriff’s deputy in rural northeast Georgia was arrested for the brutal murder of her boyfriend Doug Benton. Despite being convicted twice of the crime (the first conviction was overturned on the proverbial technicality), Fortson has maintained her innocence until today and recently reached out to true crime author William Phelps about her case. Phelps then turned the case and his interviews of Fortson into another of his true crime tales, Targeted. Whether Fortson is guilty or not, her story is worthy of closer investigation (in addition to Phelps’ book, there have been at least two TV documentaries in recent years about the case). Her story also deserves better treatment than she received from Phelps, who wound up injecting himself into the book far more than necessary.
The crime itself was quite shocking. Benton was shot and his body found encased in concrete in a horse trough in a remote location on a farm. The evidence against Fortson was substantial. She was reported to have a violent temper and, among other things, she had bought a horse trough and bags of cement shortly before Benton was last seen alive. She maintains, however, that she was framed by the local law enforcement authorities because she filed sexual harassment charges against her employer in a case that was pending at the time of her arrest. Her main point was that, as an experienced law enforcement professional herself, she wouldn’t have left such obvious evidence of her guilt behind.
In addition to trial transcripts and police evidence from the time of the original investigation, Phelps and Fortson corresponded extensively by e-mail, and her correspondence forms a large part of Targeted. That’s somewhat of a problem right there, since, although Phelps tells the story in roughly chronological order, he interjects it repeatedly with Fortson’s claims, either about the specific material he’s discussing at the time or her innocence in general. And, when he does, he then follows it up with his own “expert commentary” in which he weighs in on how likely a particular claim of Fortson’s is. In doing so, Phelps appears to try to have it both ways. First, he will conclude that there is a lot of evidence against her, but then he keeps coming back to the main point of how someone so experienced could be so stupid (of course, prisons are filled with smart people who do stupid things). After about the third or fourth time Phelps goes off on one of these tangents, the arguments get rather stale.
Targeted suffers from numerous other flaws as well. It is poorly organized, with Phelps cutting away from courtroom testimony on several occasions for ill-timed flashbacks of Fortson’s earlier life (she had been in an abusive home and had several bad relationships with men previously, not exactly a strong argument for someone claiming she was too smart to make that many mistakes). In addition, in describing the trial, Phelps repeatedly makes comments about the physical appearance of a witness or attorney or that someone appeared surprised or confident. Since Phelps wasn’t at the trial, either Fortson told him these details (in which case it’s fair to ask how she remembered all this a decade or more earlier) or the author invented them to color his description of the proceedings. In either case, it’s sloppy journalism.
Targeted has other flaws as well. Legally, Fortson’s first trial is irrelevant since she is in jail based on the second trial. But for some reason, Phelps goes into great length about the testimony at the first trial (where the defense rested without calling a single witness) and then returns a hundred pages or so later to rush through the second trial. Since the defense called expert witnesses to refute the prosecution and Fortson herself testified, it would have been much easier to judge the merits of the case had Phelps limited himself to a discussion of that second trial.
Targeted also contains a number of grammatical and usage errors, some of which reflect poorly on Phelps’s knowledge of the law. He clearly doesn’t know the meaning of “inculpatory” in his insistence that various prosecution evidence was worthless because it didn’t conclusively prove Fortson’s guilt. And, his journalistic judgment is also questionable. If he ever asked Fortson why she didn’t testify at the first trial, it never appears in the book. He also flat out says that he refused to conduct present day interviews of some people without explaining why and, in fact, other than his interviews with Fortson and her daughter, it appears he did relatively little to uncover any potential new information.
Normally, I would give a book like Targeted two stars, but Phelps’s errors go beyond poor writing and shoddy journalism. In a lengthy introduction, he goes on a diatribe about how sensational true crime books with lurid covers are hurting “serious” writers such as himself, and he is clearly jealous of the success of some of those “sensational” writers. But, after reading Targeted, I wonder if the reason their books are more successful than his is that they actually research and write better than he does. Later, when he gets in an argument with Fortson who claims he isn’t on her side, he engages in an extended bout of self-righteousness about how an experienced journalist doesn’t have to prove himself to a convict. Yet the whole patronizing tone of his book is that he doesn’t have to prove himself to the readers. Sorry, but readers don’t buy a book like Targeted to validate an author’s ego. In this case, ego and shoddy research and writing continually get in the way of a fascinating story. Tracy Fortson may or may not deserve better than this book, but readers certainly do.