The next night, Chief Randy Parnell was in his office buried under a mountain of paperwork when he received a call regarding the results of Barry’s semen test. After he received the news, he banged the phone down, yelling, “Hot damn! We’ve got him!” He jumped up from his chair and yelled out to the dispatcher. “Chico, radio Samuels and Wilson and tell them to pick up Barry Schorr on the double. We’ve got all the proof we need!”
The chief grabbed up the phone to call the L.A. police, but thought about Scott Sanders, and the help he had been in the case, and punched in his number instead.
“Hello?”
“Mr. Sanders,” the jovial voice began, “this is Chief Parnell in Savannah. I know you’ve been following the case, and thought you might like to know the good news. The semen tests on Barry Schor
