Page 114
Lehigh County, Pennsylvania
J osh Ferraro is on edge, waiting for the news.
Last night, Grace, a friend he works with at the Swim-In Zone, a local pool, told him that her dad was part of the state police team staking out the home of the suspect in the Idaho Four killings.
She tells him that it’s a former DeSales student.
Josh is shocked.
He went to DeSales. He studied criminal justice, then spent three years as a corrections officer. So he feels like he has more understanding than the average person about why people commit serious crimes.
The people he’s seen locked up, they look like average Joes.
They are average Joes, in fact, for most of their lives.
But underneath… underneath there’s an itch.
And these people spend their lives waiting for the chance to scratch it.
They put themselves in places where the opportunity is readily available.
On December 9, for the heck of it, Josh made a TikTok video suggesting the profile of whoever did this is a single male between the ages of twenty and thirty. That’s because, he theorized, Moscow was a college town, and the suspect would need to blend in.
Still, when the face and name of Bryan Kohberger flash on his TV screen, he’s taken aback. Something about that name rings a bell. But that face—he doesn’t remember that face.
Until he checks his phone and sees old emails.
“Oh, shit!” he says.
It’s the Ghost. His lab partner on a biology project.
The strange guy who showed up promptly for classes, then vanished into his car and drove off to one of an assortment of jobs.
The guy who didn’t speak to anyone except the professors.
Who occasionally hung back to talk to Professors Ramsland and Bolger.
When Josh last saw the suspect’s face, it was fuller. Different.
Josh is shocked.
Nothing about Kohberger stands out in his memory as a red flag. Nothing.
Quiet, yes. Strange, yes. Awkward, yes.
But a murderer?
“There’s nothing, there’s just nothing to the guy, except he was a good student,” Josh said.
He reaches for his phone and texts as many of his classmates as he can find. Does anyone remember anything peculiar about Bryan Kohberger? Anything that would indicate he’d turn into a mass murderer?
They ask one another the same question:
When they look back, what did they miss?
Table of Contents
- Page 1
- Page 2
- Page 3
- Page 4
- Page 5
- Page 6
- Page 7
- Page 8
- Page 9
- Page 10
- Page 11
- Page 12
- Page 13
- Page 14
- Page 15
- Page 16
- Page 17
- Page 18
- Page 19
- Page 20
- Page 21
- Page 22
- Page 23
- Page 24
- Page 25
- Page 26
- Page 27
- Page 28
- Page 29
- Page 30
- Page 31
- Page 32
- Page 33
- Page 34
- Page 35
- Page 36
- Page 37
- Page 38
- Page 39
- Page 40
- Page 41
- Page 42
- Page 43
- Page 44
- Page 45
- Page 46
- Page 47
- Page 48
- Page 49
- Page 50
- Page 51
- Page 52
- Page 53
- Page 54
- Page 55
- Page 56
- Page 57
- Page 58
- Page 59
- Page 60
- Page 61
- Page 62
- Page 63
- Page 64
- Page 65
- Page 66
- Page 67
- Page 68
- Page 69
- Page 70
- Page 71
- Page 72
- Page 73
- Page 74
- Page 75
- Page 76
- Page 77
- Page 78
- Page 79
- Page 80
- Page 81
- Page 82
- Page 83
- Page 84
- Page 85
- Page 86
- Page 87
- Page 88
- Page 89
- Page 90
- Page 91
- Page 92
- Page 93
- Page 94
- Page 95
- Page 96
- Page 97
- Page 98
- Page 99
- Page 100
- Page 101
- Page 102
- Page 103
- Page 104
- Page 105
- Page 106
- Page 107
- Page 108
- Page 109
- Page 110
- Page 111
- Page 112
- Page 113
- Page 114 (Reading here)
- Page 115
- Page 116
- Page 117
- Page 118
- Page 119
- Page 120
- Page 121
- Page 122
- Page 123
- Page 124
- Page 125
- Page 126
- Page 127
- Page 128
- Page 129
- Page 130
- Page 131
- Page 132
- Page 133
- Page 134
- Page 135
- Page 136
- Page 137
- Page 138
- Page 139
- Page 140
- Page 141
- Page 142
- Page 143