You Decide
“Were you lying to Detective Bonaventura?”
And I said: “No. I believed it.”
And Kyle Fenneman said: “Exactly.”
And sat down for a second, and then stood up again, and went to paragraph thirteen.
He read it into the record.
He had me confirm I wrote it.
He had me confirm I had delivered it in person to a DCFS investigator on the nineteenth of February.
He had me confirm that no agency had adopted it and that the investigating detective had specifically rejected it.
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