A Death in Italy: The Definitive Account of the Amanda Knox Case
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A DEATH IN ITALY
London Times journalist John Follain presents the most comprehensive account of the most publicized and controversial trial in a decade
Shortly after 12:30pm on November 2, 2007, Italian police were called to the Perugia home of twenty-one-year-old British student Meredith Kercher. They found her body on the floor under a beige quilt. Her throat had been cut.
Four days later, the prosecutor jailed Meredith's roommate, American student Amanda Knox, and Raffaele Sollecito, her Italian boyfriend. He also jailed Rudy Guede, an Ivory Coast drifter. Four years later Knox and Sollecito were acquitted amid chaotic scenes in front of the world's media.
Uniquely based on four years of reporting and access to the complete case files, and hundreds of first hand interviews, Death in Italy takes readers on a riveting journey behind the scenes of the investigation, as John Follain shares the drama of the trials and appeal hearings he lived through.
Including exclusive interviews with Meredith's friends and other key sources, Death in Italy reveals how the Italian dream turned into a nightmare.
and himself, near the big steel cage; Ghirga wanted his daughter, who was almost the same age as Amanda, to be close to him as he spoke. ‘Good luck!’ a friend greeted Ghirga as he arranged a dozen piles of handwritten notes and case files all over his desk. ‘It’s out of my hands,’ Ghirga, his white hair immaculately combed, shot back – as if he had already resigned himself to a guilty sentence. Ghirga’s plea clearly came from the heart; he sounded sincere, impassioned, often patting Amanda’s
her sincerity; he thought she had unburdened herself in accusing him and had then cried with relief. The prosecutor hoped Amanda might tell them the rest of the story. ‘Come on, go on talking. Tell us what happened, you can get this weight off your shoulders,’ he said to her. But Amanda refused to say any more. Mignini saw he could do nothing but wait; she might talk some more if she got some rest and if he and the detectives managed to win her trust. ‘You’re tired, why don’t you get some
responsibility at the time of the murder. The squat, cream-coloured blocks of the Capanne prison, a half-hour drive south-west of Perugia, and its grounds sprawl across an area as big as fifty soccer fields. Opened only two years earlier, Capanne is a ‘medium-security’ jail with separate wings for 235 men, mostly North Africans and Eastern Europeans convicted of drug offences and robbery, and forty women, many of whom are African prostitutes or Latin Americans who have ferried illegal
to sit on one side of the table; Amanda would sit opposite her. As she waited, Edda looked up to the ceiling and saw what she thought must be a microphone in the overhead light; wires ran out of the light and across the ceiling. It made her feel even more apprehensive. Amanda was led into the room; mother and daughter cried as they hugged each other. Hardly stopping for breath and gripping Edda’s hands tightly on the table, Amanda started to explain what had happened: Raffaele had changed his
and then the steps of two people walking away on the gravel outside the cottage. Rudy went back to Meredith. ‘I’d never seen so much blood. It was on the floor, the blood was coming out of Meredith and her shoulder was all drenched,’ Rudy said. ‘I didn’t know what to do but I went to the bathroom, I took a small towel and I tried to pack the wound but it got soaked straight away so I went back to the bathroom and I took another towel.’ At that moment, Meredith tried to speak: ‘She wanted to