“Once again, the lawyer puts the old photos back on the screen in his office and reviews the evidence. But the man who was actually there need not go through it again. For Mr. George, the pictures are never completely gone. They haunt him, day and night. There is a moment in his life that never ends. The song on the dance floor was by Kiss. He was at the bar. He had just seen a woman. She was blonde, a bit bony
