![]() ![]() ![]() I grew up in a small town, joined the Air Force, and following my Honorable Discharge remained in Phoenix, AZ, my last duty station. I was never in any trouble, never even had detention in school. I sang in the church choir, was a Boy Scout, and played team sports throughout my school years. It was unremarkable as most lives are, except to the people who live them. ![]() I won’t go into details about my life prior to my arrest and wrongful conviction. I’m not a professional writer but I hope that I’ll be able to provide some useful insights into the ripples that result from sloppy police work, ineffective defense counsel, and overzealous prosecutors. Lee thought that it might be of interest to you, so here goes. My story isn’t much of a mystery, but it has twists and turns that wouldn’t make it past a fiction editor’s red pencil. That email started an exchange that led to me posting on this blog today. Polly’s description of the impact of wrongful convictions struck a chord with Cheryl, and she sent Polly an email saying so. As with all good fiction, there were elements of fact in this story. Ray KroneĪ few weeks ago, my girlfriend Cheryl read a novel by Polly Iyer about a man who had been wrongfully convicted of murder, released, and then framed for a series of murders. Ray was … well, I think I’ll sit back and post Ray’s tale as he told it to me. It’s my please to introduce you to Ray Krone, a man who served ten long years on death row for a murder he didn’t commit. ![]()
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