At seven years old, I was arrested.
Interrogated under a flashlight. Photographed with my hair smoothed back off my forehead, the way it was done before family photographs.
By a homicide detective.
My father.
[the mugshot here, if you are willing]
I found that photograph forty-nine years later, on the floor of a garden shed in London — three months after my clinic was liquidated and one month after I was made bankrupt.
WHO IS THE VILLAIN?
Guilty Until Proven Loved Four Generations on Trial
A literary memoir. Complete at 75,000 words.
The daughter of a Yugoslav Chief of Police uses her father’s own methods — interrogation, evidence, case files — to investigate him.
She cannot secure a conviction.
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