We begin our story in 1990, London, England. The tiny box room bedroom of a young boy. Green paint chipping and falling from the walls. A single plush toy sat on the small wooden bed, neatly made, with the eight year old sitting atop it. In his hands, a drawing.
Like any other eight year olds drawing, it was not entirely understandable, but when his mother walked in she saw the four words plastered on the top that seemed to follow her since her son could speak. He looked at her and grinned. "I didn't do it." She runs to the balcony of their small apartment and sees the blood soaked fur of her unmistakable life long friend. She ran down and kneeled beside the dog. "Markie... wake up markie!" As she picked him up, she saw the knife jammed in his stomach. She knew instantly who did it.
For years those words haunted her. When Jamie was two and he was caught in pre-school sitting on Maisie Parker and ripping out her hair and he just looked at his teacher and mumbled "I din' do it," a smile going ear to ear.
When he was 4 and he pushed Bryan Willow off the swingset, dislocating his shoulder, and he smiled at Mrs Willow and said "I didn't do it," grinning and swinging.
When he was five and ripped all of Jordie Denhams drawings in primary school and he sat in the naughty chair singing "I didn't do it" to himself
Age seven he punched Lorcan O'Conor in the throat and laughed "I didn't do it" as he skipped out of the playground.
And now as he stood, smiling over the dead dog, he told his depressed mother, "I didn't do it!"
Soon, these same words would come to haunt the lives of millions.
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I Didn't Do It
Mystery / ThrillerA child who never grew up becomes a serial murderer, but when people dig deeper they find some confusing reasons leading back to the 8 year old boy who committed his first murder
