(Cued up to the 2:00 mark.)
First, speaking personally, I’m no true crime junkie by any means.
But that I was mostly at my desk researching Patriots draft prospects or whatever.
But assure them they’re doing a bang-up job and tell them to keep up the great work.
Second involves this particular case.
Like I said, Massholes can’t shut up about it.
Everyone has an opinion.
And it is of grave importance.
But navigating this story is like making it through an ancient temple in an Indiana Jones adventure.
There’s hidden danger everywhere.
Every beam of light you pass through could release poison darts.
Every paving stone you step on could let loose a giant boulder.
And you’d better know your ancient Hebrew alphabet or risk losing your head to a circular saw.
So the landscape here is filled with what in storytelling is referred to as The Unreliable Narrator.
Make of that what you will.
It’s just that kind of homicide investigation.
Here’s the brief, surface-level, Power Point-style synopsis I posted last week.
Which in no way is meant to reflect the depth of these cross allegations.
Feel free to skip all of it if you’re already up to speed on the matter.
I’m just copy & pasting here, so I won’t be offended.
–Read woke up early the next morning not knowing where O’Keefe was or what happened to him.
So she returned to the scene with friends where they found his body.
And 911 was called.
A fight broke out.
The family dog attacked O’Keefe, mauling his arm.
He was also beaten and near death.
Albert’s sister-in-law then Googled how long it takes someone to die in the cold.
And security camera footage confirms it.
–MA State Police detective Michael Proctor was put in charge of the investigation.
Despite having a personal relationship with the Alberts.
And intentionally worked to coverup their involvement and frame Read.
That they filled in the swimming pool and sold the house.
That their 18-year-old son left Bridgewater State University where he was a football player shortly thereafter.
And that Read’s “I hit him!”
was actually more of a “Did I hit him?”
Someone corrrected me to point out the misspelled names were actually an 0-for-6.
Now with all that as preamble, here’s where things get weird.
Chief among them are Boston Police Sgt.
Brian Albert, who owned the home at 34 Fairview Road in Canton where OKeefes body was found.
Ive never seen a case that has had so many butt dials, Yannetti said.
His butt was in the bed, his phone was on the table.
The two could not have met; there could not have been a butt dial.
Now here’s the money shot.
Which he also reportedly isn’t saying.
But that’s my cross to bear.
Your results may vary.
“Let justice be done though the heavens fall.”
The truly crazy stuff has only just begun.
