I’m Ready To Tell The Truth About My Interviews With Graham Welsh, The Man Found Innocent After 20 Years On Death Row
I was told that I couldn’t actually be charged with anything, but talking about my interactions with Graham publicly could change that. However, they never said anything about putting my story in writing.
By 
Jack Follman
What if I undid what Miranda did?
I thanked Miranda for her warning. Exchanged pleasantries. Said I would make sure I told her I was okay in a week or two and then started laying my trap.
I called Graham back a couple of days later, in the middle of the night.
“Graham…”
I let his name linger the way you would an egg on a hot grill you have no intention of flipping over easy before you eat it.
“Yes,” the knowing expectation in Graham’s answer made my skin crawl.
“Where are you, really?” I asked.
Long silence.
“Mississippi.”
“What about the New England tour?”
“It was one night outside of Boston. I’m back. I stretched the idea of the word ‘tour,’ is all. What’s up?”
“Too many drinks.”
A creepy little laugh leaked over the line.
“Yeah, I can get behind that,” Graham said. “Where at?”
“Your office. You can get in after hours, right?”
Another creepy laugh.
“I guess. I can bring a couple bottles. I might have to strip search you to make sure you don’t have any recording devices though.”
“You already drunk?” I asked.
“I was in pretty deep a few hours ago when I fell asleep, feel it a little bit now,” Graham answered.
“Take a few drinks before we meet up. Outside your office building good?” I asked.
“Hear ya loud and clear,” Graham said before we hung up.
