{"product_id":"until-you-are-dead-isbn-9780676973815","title":"\"Until You Are Dead\"","description":"\u003cb\u003eNATIONAL BESTSELLER\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe award-winning investigation into one of the most notorious murder cases in Canadian history—and that helped the wrongfully convicted Truscott clear his name after decades in prison.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In 1959, a popular schoolboy, just 14 years old, was convicted and sentenced  to hang for the rape and murder of his 12-year-old classmate. That summer, Canada  lost its innocence and the shocking story of Steven Truscott became imprinted on  the nation’s memory. First published in 2001, “Until You Are Dead” revealed new witnesses,  leads and evidence never presented to the courts. Now this national bestseller is  fully revised and updated, and takes readers from that fateful night in 1959 up to  the new appeal granted to Truscott in 2006. Julian Sher’s award-winning and insightful  chronicle details Steven Truscott’s dramatic final battle – with the help of his  family, investigative journalists and lawyers – to clear his name once and for all.Author’s Note\u003cbr\u003ePrologue\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePart One: The Battle in the Courtroom: 1959\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eJune: Murder and Arrest\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e1   Crime Scene\u003cbr\u003e2   Weekend Fun\u003cbr\u003e3   A Bike Ride into History\u003cbr\u003e4   A Girl Goes Missing\u003cbr\u003e5   The Questions Begin\u003cbr\u003e6   The Inspector Arrives\u003cbr\u003e7   Wanted -- “Dead or Alive”\u003cbr\u003e8   Trapped\u003cbr\u003e9   “Lightning Speed”\u003cbr\u003e10 “The Rose beyond the Wall”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eSummer: The Scramble to Make a Case\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e11   Trouble with Witnesses\u003cbr\u003e12   “Look What I Found, Mommy”\u003cbr\u003e13   For the Good of the Child\u003cbr\u003e14   The Preliminary Hearing\u003cbr\u003e15   The Fantasies of Children\u003cbr\u003e16   The Hanging Tree\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eSeptember: The Trial\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e17   The Queen versus Steven Truscott\u003cbr\u003e18   The Pathologist and the Inspector\u003cbr\u003e19   The Children Take the Stand\u003cbr\u003e20   Duel with the Doctors\u003cbr\u003e21   The Police Story\u003cbr\u003e22   Witnesses for the Defence\u003cbr\u003e23   The Boys at the River\u003cbr\u003e24   The Defence Sums Up\u003cbr\u003e25   The Prosecution Makes Its Case\u003cbr\u003e26   The Judge’s Charge\u003cbr\u003e27   The Verdict\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAftermath\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e28   The Trouble with Time\u003cbr\u003e29   The Missing Witness\u003cbr\u003e30   Doctoring the Medical Evidence\u003cbr\u003e31   “Burn the Pictures”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePart Two: The Battle behind Bars: 1960—1966\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e32   Ghosts of the Gallows\u003cbr\u003e33   Lessons of Reform School\u003cbr\u003e34   Number 6730\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePart Three: The Public Battle: 1966—1967\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e35   A National Debate\u003cbr\u003e36   An “Agonizing Reappraisal”\u003cbr\u003e37   His Day in Court\u003cbr\u003e38   A Battle of Science and Egos\u003cbr\u003e39   The Lawyers Square Off\u003cbr\u003e40   The Decision\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePart Four: The Private Battle: 1967—1997\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e41   Release\u003cbr\u003e42   Starting Over\u003cbr\u003e43   What to Tell the Children\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePart Five: The Final Battle: 1997—2001\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e44   Out of the Shadows\u003cbr\u003e45   A New Hope\u003cbr\u003e46   Lessons Learned\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEpilogue: Return to Clinton\u003cbr\u003eAfterword\u003cbr\u003eAcknowledgments\u003cbr\u003eIndex of Proper Names\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePrologue“Before there was Donald Marshall, David Milgaard, Guy Paul Morin, Gregory Parsons or Thomas Sophonow, there was Stephen Truscott. Julian Sher . . . has uncovered new evidence and written a compelling story detailing how Truscott’s 1959 murder trial was horribly flawed.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Vancouver Sun\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “A chilling search for truth.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Hamilton Spectator\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Passionate, thorough and highly readable . . . a weighty indictment of our criminal system, and the terrible results when it goes wrong.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Record \u003c\/i\u003e(Kitchener-Waterloo)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Read this book. You will be jarred by the reality of our justice system. This excellent, in-depth compilation of Steven Truscott’s very disturbing case keeps you absorbed and in disbelief: Where is the justice?” \u003cb\u003e—Guy Paul Morin\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Sher writes with a finely measured sense of disbelief. How could this happen? he asks through every page. And we share his amazement, notwithstanding David Milgaard, Donald Marshall, Guy Paul Morin and Thomas Sophonow, all convicted until proven innocent ... Sher has written an important book. One that ought to serve as a warning to those who administer justice against arrogance. Nor should anyone be complacent on the issue, for every time a case is closed with the wrongly accused, a killer is left free to roam among us.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Montreal Gazette\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “The CBC television producer who earned Truscott's trust and helped make a national case of his continued claim of innocence, Montreal's Julian Sher, presents another compelling indictment of our justice system.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Toronto Star\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “There have been previous books on the trial of Steven Truscott, but \u003ci\u003e”Until You Are Dead\u003c\/i\u003e” . . . is the most comprehensive analysis to date.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Globe and Mail\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eJULIAN SHER is an award-winning journalist and the author of many widely-acclaimed books, including \u003ci\u003eWhite Hoods: Canada’s Ku Klux Klan, “Until You Are Dead”: Steven Truscott's Long Ride Into History \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eThe North Star: Canada and the Civil War Plots Against Lincoln\u003c\/i\u003e. As an investigative reporter, he worked for the \u003ci\u003eToronto Star\u003c\/i\u003e and the \u003ci\u003eGlobe and Mail. \u003c\/i\u003eHe was the Senior Producer of CBC's \u003ci\u003ethe fifth estate,\u003c\/i\u003e Canada's premier investigative TV program, for five years. He has directed and written major documentaries, covering wars and intrigue across the globe. His documentary \u003ci\u003eNuclear Jihad\u003c\/i\u003e, produced for the \u003ci\u003eNew York Time\u003c\/i\u003es and CBC, won the broadcast equivalent of the Pulitzer Prize. His latest film, \u003ci\u003eGhosts of Afghanistan\u003c\/i\u003e, won three top Canadian Screen Awards, including Best Documentary. He is also active in protecting media freedoms, working with the Centre for Free Expression and Journalists for Human Rights. More information at www.juliansher.com\u003cb\u003eChapter 8\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTrapped\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBy Friday evening, a tumultuous week was coming to an end in Clinton. As much as they could, the children and adults in the PMQs around the air force station tried to follow life’s normal pursuits. Steve was looking forward to some fun and adventure over the weekend. Some fishing, some baseball, maybe another trip into the woods to work on the tree house. As the sun dipped in the horizon, Steve headed over to one of his favourite places around the base, Lawson’s farm — unaware that he was about to spend his last hour of liberty for the next ten years.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e***\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt looked like rain, Bob Lawson thought as he rushed to finish the evening chores — a godsend after the crop-scorching heat all week. Lawson was eager to get a little haying done. “If you start the lawn mower, I can cut the grass,” suggested his mother, Alice Lawson.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBob was in the barn with the cows when he heard a loud, clanging racket. A fifteen-foot metal chain attached to the farm dog had somehow got tangled up in the mower and was slowly dragging the terrified mutt toward the sharp, spinning rotors. Lawson knew he was too far away to get to the mower in time. He caught sight of Steve rushing up the driveway to the farm. Fortunately, the mower stalled, and the chain stopped only a few feet before the dog would have had an unappetizing encounter with the rotors.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLaughing, the boy began to untangle the chain from the lawn mower. Still, the Lawsons felt that Steve was more reserved than usual. “Steve seems a little quiet this evening,” Alice Lawson told her son. Perhaps Lynne’s death had shaken the boy, Bob thought. The day before, Steve had dropped by the barn and appeared to be bewildered by events: “I heard they found Lynne in the bush,” Lawson remembers Steve telling him. “How did she get there?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith the Lawsons’ dog safe from the marauding mower, Steve hopped on Lawson’s new Ferguson 35 tractor. “He loved being on that tractor,” Lawson recalls. “I would often let him ride on it. Steve was good with machines.” The lanky boy stood on the tractor’s floorboard, leaning against the fender, while the farmer rode across his land. When they got to the edge of the crops, Steve jumped off and perched himself on a large rock. For safety reasons, Lawson never let Steve stay on the tractor when he hooked it up to the harvester. As Lawson began haying, Steve rested on the rock, gazing out at the paths and trails where the children played hide-and-seek and picked berries. He saw the thick expanse of Lawson’s bush where only a few weeks earlier he and his friend Leslie had built a tree house.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“He was sitting on that stone, but next time, when I turned the tractor around and came back, he was gone,” Lawson recalls. “I guessed he had walked back to the barn.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBored, or perhaps anxious to get home for a bite to eat, Steve headed back down to the county road.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe never made it home.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e***\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt the Goderich OPP station, Inspector Harold Graham had made up his mind. Jocelyne’s story about a date and the phone call with the results from the laboratory analysis of Lynne’s stomach contents pointed the finger at the Truscott boy. “At ten minutes to seven, I had him picked up,” Graham said. He sent out Const. Donald Trumbley to bring in the boy — preferably without his parents’ knowledge. “I asked the constable to try and get him away from home.” The OPP cruiser pulled up to the gateway at the Lawson farm.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Would you get into the car and come with me? We want you to read over your statement,” Trumbley explained, referring to Steve’s interview with Graham that morning.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Yes,” said the teenager, without a moment’s hesitation. Looking back forty years later at that fateful moment, Steven explains that in 1959 young people had an abiding respect and trust in authority. “Back then when you’re fourteen years old, you looked up to the police. When they told you to get in the car, you got in the car,” he says. Steve never thought to question where Trumbley was taking him, much less to ask about his legal rights.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTrumbley pulled into the Goderich police post with his teenage passenger and took the boy into a small room at the back of the station. Steve had no reason to believe he was doing anything but signing a witness statement. The police did not tell him he was no longer simply a witness, that he had instead become their chief suspect. They did not tell him this trip to the station was, to all intents and purposes, an arrest. Certainly, they wanted his signature–but not just on a statement. What the OPP wanted from Steven was a confession and they were going to do everything they could to get one, even if that meant bending a few rules to the breaking point.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen Steven walked into that police station Friday, he was walking into what, in hindsight, can only be described as a trap, carefully planned and well executed by Harold Graham. Twenty minutes before dispatching Trumbley to pick up Steve, Graham had another officer, Sgt. Charles Anderson, obtain a search warrant for the Truscott home. Anderson then contacted Dr. David Hall Brooks, the chief medical officer on the base “and advised him of what we had planned to do.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGraham had a very specific objective in mind — get Steven alone, without any interference from his parents. Years later, at a police convention, he boasted about his well-planned strategy: “I was well aware of the judge’s guidelines that it is preferable to have a parent or social worker present when you are questioning a juvenile,” he explained to his appreciative audience. “I was also well aware that it would be an exercise in futility, so I chose to disregard those guides.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGraham’s was a bold admission of how far the police were willing to go to get their man, even if their man happened to be a fourteen-year-old boy. “Judges can always set their own guides for prisoners, they are not laws,” Graham said defiantly. And he was right. The Juvenile Delinquents Act in 1959 did not require the police to ensure a youth’s parent or guardian was present; today it is the law. Still, while Graham had not strictly violated any laws, he seemed to forget that the police had not told Steven he was a “prisoner” or even officially a suspect. At the boy’s murder trial three months later, the judge was unsparing in his criticism of the police’s tactics that night: “The ordinary safeguard should have been taken and he should have been warned. He was undoubtedly under arrest. It was clear he would never have been allowed to go.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Will you read this aloud,” the inspector told the boy as he handed him a typed statement based on Steve’s interview earlier that day. Steve read the text out loud and, according to Graham’s account, asked for only one minor change. He said his return to the school was not at 8:00 p.m., but closer to 7:50 or 7:55 p.m. “That was crossed out . . . and changed, and he said then it was correct, and I asked him to sign it and he did,” Graham said. Steven signed the statement at eight o’clock, ten minutes after their meeting began.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe inspector from the Criminal Investigations Bureau, a veteran of a decade’s worth of homicide cases, now had the boy exactly where he wanted him: alone in a room in a police station. Every police officer hopes they can crack a murder case with a confession, thereby saving the courts time and trouble. For the next hour and a half, Graham, assisted by Constable Trumbley, probed and prodded Steven.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGraham began by questioning his story of seeing a car at the highway. “I told him it was difficult to understand that because the distance was so great and I asked him if he was sure,” the inspector later recounted.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYes, Steve said, he was sure.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWas he sure that he had seen Lynne with her thumb out at the highway?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWell, the boy said, he had not actually seen her thumb; he had seen her arm out.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGraham noticed a crescent-shaped scratch on Steven’s left arm. How did he injure himself, the police officer asked.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn a tractor in Lawson’s barn, came the reply.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen Graham moved to the guts of the interrogation: “Have you ever taken a girl into Lawson’s bush?” he asked.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No,” Steve said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Have you ever made a date to take a girl into Lawson’s bush?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Have you ever spoken to Jocelyne Gaudet about going into Lawson’s bush?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Were you at Jocelyne Gaudet’s house on Tuesday night?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No, I haven’t been to Jocelyne Gaudet’s home since last winter,” Steve answered, according to Graham’s account.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Have you ever phoned Jocelyne Gaudet?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No, I have never telephoned Jocelyne Gaudet.” Steve said. “The only conversation I have had with her is in school.” It was a strange question. Had Jocelyne told the police about a phone call to arrange the alleged secret date? If so, the police apparently considered it an unreliable claim, for the police would never again mention a phone call to Jocelyne.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere is no official record of what went on for the duration of the ninety-minute interrogation. The two police officers were the only witnesses. Graham took only a single sheet of notes. Today, Steven Truscott remembers the first hours of his slow, steady slide into the abyss of incarceration: “They would take turns questioning me and calling me a liar,” he says of Graham and Trumbley. “One would come in and question you. He would leave the room. The other one would come in and he would say: ‘You lied. You did this, you did that.’ They keep questioning you and calling you a liar, and you just can’t believe what’s going on. In your mind, you can’t understand what’s happening. And all through the whole thing I stuck to what I had said.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf the OPP inspector was hoping the boy would crack, he was sadly disappointed. “He steadfastly maintained that his statement was true in every detail,” Graham later reported.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThroughout his ordeal that night — and indeed, throughout all his forthcoming days in court — Steve never cried, at least not in public. Much like his mother, the fourteen-year-old held his emotions in close check. “I just wasn’t brought up that way — it’s kind of not the air force way,” he says today in reflection. “I knew I hadn’t done anything. I had nothing to be afraid of.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat did not mean the boy was not scared out of his wits as he sat in a police interrogation room. Why hadn’t the police contacted his parents?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e***\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDoris Truscott was in a panic. It was 9:30 p.m. and there was still no sign of her son.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Where is he?” she wondered. “He should have been home — it’s very seldom he’s late.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBob Lawson was baling his final load of hay for the day in his barn when a pair of headlights lit up the driveway to his farmhouse. As he walked over to the car, he saw Doris Truscott roll down her window. The farm was the only place she could think her boy might be this late at night.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Have you seen Steve?” she asked. “It’s getting dark and it’s not like Steve to stay out late.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I saw Steve earlier, but not for a couple of hours,” the farmer informed her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDoris was filled with a sense of dread. One schoolchild had already gone missing and turned up dead in the bush. Where in heaven’s name was her boy?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e***\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt the OPP station in Goderich, Graham had decided to take Steven to the RCAF guardhouse in Clinton. He ordered one of his men to find Steve’s father, Warrant Officer Dan Truscott. The police got Steven to the guardhouse on the base around 9:25 p.m. Ten minutes later, his father arrived “in a hostile attitude,” according to Graham. The inspector had kept Steven in custody — getting him to sign a statement and then questioning him about a murder — for two and a half hours without even informing his parents. But the OPP man could not grasp why a parent would be upset at the officers who had swept away his son without notifying anyone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The father asked me in a belligerent manner how and where Steven had been picked up,” Graham said. Dr. Brooks painted a slightly more sympathetic picture, reporting that Steve’s father “naturally was the anxious parent who wanted to know what had happened to his son and why he was there.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor his part, the frightened boy felt relieved at least one of his parents was on hand. “My dad was there, so I figured, you know, he’s not going to let anything happen,” Steve says.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDan Truscott immediately wanted to know if his son had been taken into police custody with his own consent.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I asked him to get into the car to accompany me to read the statement and he got in willingly,” Trumbley reported.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDan turned to his son: “Is that right, Steven?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Yes,” the boy answered.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGraham attempted to allay the father’s fears. “I told them that Steven had been brought in on my instructions and as a result of our investigation thus far certain suspicions had been directed toward Steven.” The OPP inspector explained he wanted doctors to examine the boy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSteve’s father asked to speak with the boy alone and took him into an adjoining room. “I told him they were accusing me and calling me a liar,” Steve recounts. “It was quite clear they were trying to pin this on me.” Dan emerged from the chat with his son a few moments later.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I refuse to allow Steven to be examined by a doctor,” he said. “Steven says you accused him of murdering Lynne and called him a liar.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I didn’t accuse him of murdering Lynne at all,” Graham replied. “I pointed out certain features from his statement that indicated he was lying. My only duty is to try to determine the truth.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Steven never goes out with girls,” his father reportedly said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“We have information that he had a date with a girl that night,” Graham replied, referring to Jocelyne’s story of her rendezvous with Steven in the bush. “Will you consent to a medical examination of Steven?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was a pivotal moment. Ever the military man eager to do the right thing, Warrant Officer Dan Truscott was not one to question rules and regulations. He turned to his friend, Sgt. Charles Anderson of the OPP. “What do you think about it, Charlie?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I think you should consent to the examination,” Anderson suggested. “It looks bad if you don’t consent to the doctor examining Steve.” (Truscott could not know that Anderson was hardly a neutral advisor. Under Graham’s orders, he had already taken steps to secure a search warrant for the Truscott home, even before Steven was picked up. Lawyers would later convince a judge that Anderson’s comments were an unfair police inducement.)\u003cbr\u003eIn any event, it is doubtful that Dan Truscott could have wrested his son away from the police, even if he wanted to. “It was apparent to me it was unlikely he would get the boy home,” Dr. Brooks reported. In the end, Steve’s father bowed to authority; he turned to the OPP officers surrounding his son and agreed to the medical exam. Nobody asked Steve what he thought.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eInitially, there was some question about whether Brooks should conduct the exam, but after consulting with the commanding officer, it was determined it would be better if an outside, civilian doctor performed the task.\u003cbr\u003eThe police asked Dan Truscott for the name of his family doctor. He mentioned that in the past, they had consulted a Clinton general practitioner, Dr. John Addison. Addison had briefly seen Steven twice in October 1957 for a urinary infection, and had treated Steven’s brother Bill for a threatened appendix.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDr. Addison arrived at the guardhouse around 10:35 p.m. A graduate of the University of Western Ontario, he had been practising medicine in Clinton since 1943. A stern-looking man with dark hair, a trim moustache and black glasses, Addison was well liked by the local citizenry. Presumably, the family doctor was supposed to be more dispassionate than Dr. Brooks, the military doctor working closely with the police. But Addison’s first move was to consult with the air force medical man. “I met Dr. Brooks first, who outlined a bit of the story that had transpired before as to why they wanted me to examine the prisoner,” Addison said later. “I had known . . . that this boy was the possible suspect of the rape.” Hardly a good start for a neutral observer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“He accompanied me into the adjoining office,” Brooks said. “An examination of Steven then took place.”","brand":"Vintage Canada","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46303661031653,"sku":"NP9780676973815","price":20.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780676973815.jpg?v=1767743304","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/until-you-are-dead-isbn-9780676973815","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}