"O.J.," I said, "what happened that night? What happened on June 12?" He took a breath, and leaned back. He gave a familiar sigh. He got a very pensive look on his face. He looked at me. "What do you think?" he said. "What do you think happened that night, Mike?" I gave very careful consideration to what I was about to say, and how I was going to say it. I finally answered: "O.J., I believe you were there. I have always believed you were there. In fact, the first thing I said when I heard the news was, 'So he finally did it.' "
Then he said, "Mike, I did go there that night, but I didn't take a knife. Nicole opened the door with a knife in her hand."
I waited. A few seconds passed, and then he continued, in a very soft and low mumble, almost as if he were sleep-talking. "If she hadn't opened that door with a knife in her hand, Mike, she'd still be alive."
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