Today I received a letter in the mail from the man who murdered my grandfather. Actually, I should say that today I received a letter from the man who is serving a life sentence for murdering my grandfather. I don't know if Lloyd Cork killed Booker Wright. I know that when my grandfather was dying in his hospital bed that he told people that Lloyd Cork shot him.
If you're not familiar with what's odd about the murder then here's some background. First, 38 years after it happened, eyewitnesses to the murder seem reluctant to talk about it. See this post and this one. Second, the trial itself seemed to raise more questions than it answered. Third, Booker's lifelong companion is being less than helpful with this research.
At some point in my life I watched a TV show in which a person was asked to place their hand in a box that either had a snake in it, jello, or a boatload of cash. That's kind of how I felt when I reached out to Lloyd Cork. That's actually how I still feel. In the letter Cork claims that he didn't kill Booker. But this line is the anthem of most prisoners, so does it really mean anything in this case?
In the letter he sent me, Cork explains that he let Booker borrow a car of his even though it had $100k in the trunk. If he'd have said that the car had $1k in the trunk it would've sounded suspicious from what I know about this man's economic background. Saying that he had $100k sounds almost insane. The most important thing in the letter is that Cork said he'd be willing to talk on the phone with me and/or meet me face-to-face.
I definitely want to meet him in person. The filmmakers are trying to figure out a way for me to call him and record the call so that they can include it in the movie. I'm wrestling with the best course of action. I really want to see the look on his face.