This story was based on a true crime from 1988, and despite its flaws, it has much to teach readers about determination, persistence, and justice. Although the book's delivery doesn't do the case justice, I'm still glad I read it since it highlights what can go wrong in our justice system. Since many other books for teens do that nowadays, perhaps I'd have enjoyed it more if it had been written a couple of years ago. The relationship between Van Trell Taylor, the book's protagonist, and Clemens, the broken down reporter who initially resists getting involved in any investigative reporting and then gives it his all, somehow finding redemption in helping Trell's father be vindicated, might be unlikely and his allowing her to be such a part of the investigation odd, but still, it functions well in giving readers their perspectives on what happened, sometimes even allowing glimpses of Trell wondering where the truth of her father's story lies. Romero Taylor, Trell's father, has been incarcerated for most of her life, convicted of shooting a young girl who was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, and she and her mother see him only on the weekend visits they take upstate from Boston's Roxbury neighborhood where they live. As Trell turns fourteen, her father's case comes to the attention of attorney Nora Walsh, who reads the transcripts of the case, and decides that Romero is not guilty as he has long maintained and that justice has been miscarried. Trell starts sifting through the evidence and transcripts too, and reaches out to Clemens who had once gained fame for his reporting of another wrongful justice case. I was fascinated by all the interviews and research Trell and Clemens did on her father's behalf, but I also knew pretty early on where to lay the blame for the murder. Although I liked Paul Parish, Trell's friend and the nephew of Thumper Parish, who ruled the nearby streets, I wasn't sure that I bought how unaware and untouched he seemed to be of all the bad stuff going on around him. I felt conflicted about Clemens' former cop friend, Richie Boyle, whose waffling from one side to the other either represented someone whose life experiences had hardened him or whose values had completely changed, perhaps mired in the murkiness that can exist in a life spent trying to sort out the good guys from the bad ones. I'd have liked to know more about him. Sometimes the dialogue doesn't ring as true as it might, and the references to Trell's school, the Weld, are too vague to allow much insight into how attending the place was benefiting her. Still, I was pleased to see at least one example of how justice can prevail even if it has to be aided by outside sources such as journalists like Clemens. Yes, this is an example of what great investigative reporting can accomplish. As I closed the book, I wondered how many other cases like this are out there where a convenient scapegoat takes the blame for a crime someone who is well connected actually did.