Now Richard questions everything he thought to be true. He is sure Henry is the man he saw commit these crimes when he was just a child. Yet the testing says it can’t be true. Told in abrupt thoughts, as one would expect from a victimized child, Richard really doesn’t seem to progress age-wise throughout the book until the very end when he makes some adult choices. It’s as if he was trapped in the moment of his parents’ deaths.  This story is an ugly glimpse into the world of racism and the way it’s justified in this world by those who hold such beliefs. Richard might find the answers he’s looking for, but it will never really end the nightmare he has lived for most of his life. I think Richard is willing to sharing his new life with the River Ghosts.