This reads like a real-life version of films such as In the Heat of the Night. On January 7, 1997 in Oklahoma City, at about 3am, motel owner Barry Van Treese was clubbed to death in his own motel. Justin Sneed, a drifter getting free accommodation for work, confessed. But he also said that Richard Glossip, the motel manager, put him up to it. Sneed got life, Glossip death. Eighteen years later, he's still inside, the sentence hanging over him. Ian Woods became Glossip's friend during the writing of this book, in which he goes through the case forensically.
He says Glossip, no saint, is an accessory to murder and inititally did lie to police about being aware of the murder. But there is no evidence that he killed Van Treese, and Sneed's testimony, Woods says, is inconsistent. Tense, and as much an argument against capital punishment as anything else.
He says Glossip, no saint, is an accessory to murder and inititally did lie to police about being aware of the murder. But there is no evidence that he killed Van Treese, and Sneed's testimony, Woods says, is inconsistent. Tense, and as much an argument against capital punishment as anything else.