At least now I knew the “terrible things” about me that Bugliosi had referred to; they were as transparently false as I’d suspected. I could see why he’d twice been sued for defamation. In his long career, Bugliosi had lied under oath; he’d lied to newspapers; he’d lied to police and investigators from his own office. Now that I’d called him a liar, he was plenty willing to lie about me, too.
