Guest blogger: Angela Dove, author of No Room for Doubt: A True Story of the Reverberations of Murder (Berkley/Penguin 2009). I was on the phone when the world dropped out from under my feet. Twice. The first time was when my father called me in 1988 to say my stepmother was dead. He didn’t use the word murder ; he talked around it. Someone had killed Debi, and it was not an accident. During the next few hours, I learned that I had been the last to see Debi alive; she had been killed in our Modesto, California home, with one of our knives, only a couple of hours after I left for spring break. My 3-year-old sister slept through the attack only a few feet away. And that person I had heard breathing in the back bedroom was not my father after all. Fast forward twenty years. Debi’s mother had asked me to write her story, and I was honored. Jacqueline “Jacque” MacDonald had channeled her grief over Debi’s death into a one-woman crusade to find Debi’s killer. I...