At the front of the condo I stood on the upper landing and looked down on the area enclosed by the front gate. It was cramped and dark, even smaller than photos could convey. I turned to Bill and said, “The jury has to see this. When they realize how small it is, they’ll understand how impossible it would be for two men to have fit in here to commit the murders.” “Yeah, no kidding,” he replied, clearly as moved as I was. Then, ever practical: “We’ll have to get a motion going on it.”
