[ WP ] A genius serial killer who has been killing successfully for a decade . With one weakness . He can never ever lie . He 's finally gets caught and is facing trial for a murder in court . Yet , he walks , acquitted of all charges .

I sat on the stand giddily awaiting the next question. The prosecutor looked at me smugly, sure that he had just won his case. 
 
 `` So Mister Lovell. If you did n't kill Marjory Jacobs and twenty-two'', he let the number spill out slowly, `` other people, then who did?'' 
 
 I tried to hold my smile, I knew it would look bad to the jury to look as smug as this guy was. So I just focused forward and told the truth. 
 
 `` Of the twenty three people I am accused of killing, only two were murdered and four died of old age, seven died accidentally, and ten died of various diseases.'' 
 
 `` Mister Lovell, are you wanting the jury to believe that Melissa Sampson being gutted like a deer is a product of old age?'' He smirked and winked at one of the jurors and she rolled her in recognition that they were on the same page regarding my testimony. 
 
 `` No sir. I'm saying that Melissa Sampson, that I'm accused of murdering, died of old age three days before her 92nd birthday, twenty years ago. `` I stated it matter of factly into the microphone. He looked stunned for a moment as to how to proceed, just a momentary pause that meant he was wondering if I was going to claim insanity next. I took advantage of the pause. `` Everyone I'm accused of killing was already long dead.'' 
 
 This made him angry. He stormed to his table, grabbed a photo from a folder, walked back briskly and slapped it down in angrily in front of me. His index finger pointing to the evidence with righteous indignation. `` You are telling us that THIS happy young woman right here, who looks to be no more than twenty, is really an old woman!'' 
 
 `` No, I'm telling you THAT,'' pointing to the picture, `` is NOT Melissa Sampson.'' 
 
 `` Ha!'' He yanked the picture away behaving as though he were in some law show on TV. `` Then who is it?'' He grabbed the folder of pictures and held up another `` What about Bob Newscom?'' 
 
 `` Father of five, died in 1995 of pancreatic cancer.'' I answered. 
 
 He held another up in rapid fire not pausing for my answers. I answered anyway. I had to. I could n't help my honesty, it was compelling, a long standing rule, but telling the truth was also like a drug and I started feeling giddy rattling off the details. 
 
 `` Pamela Stewart...'' 
 ``... car crash, Austin, 1992...'' 
 `` Sam Watkins...'' 
 ``... drowning February 27th 1981...'' 
 `` Matt Wallace...'' 
 ``... shot to death during a drug deal 2001...'' 
 
 He got louder and louder as I answered each photo with the fact of how and when the named person died. `` Enough Mister Lowell! It's clear that you're not taking this seriously. We have twenty three people that you murdered, mutilated, and harvested organs from...'' 
 
 `` No you do n't.'' 
 
 `` Oh? Then what do we have sir?'' He mocked. 
 
 `` You have twenty three misidentified bodies. Each of which are not the person you are accusing me of having murdered.'' 
 
 Before he could respond the doors at the back of the court cracked and a clerk slid through uncomfortably. He walked swiftly to the prosecutor, who asked for a moment to consult. There was whispering, fast, and as angry as whispering could get. The clerk looked pained. I wish I felt sorry for him, but I was the one causing him that pain. 
 
 Just a week ago I had had a conversation with a cell-mate and divulged that the `` victims'' where not who they appeared to be. I knew that the state had put him up to asking me questions. I could n't help but be honest with him. That cell-mate then went to the press to earn some cash and the state ignored the testimony. But now the reporter had his headline and it was out there and the prosecutor was spooked. 
 
 He asked for the judge for an hour to evaluate some new evidence and the judge obliged by adjourning for the day. As I was lead out of the witness box I could see the hate in his eyes. All I could think was `` by the time this trial is over, you wo n't even be able to prove they were human.''
