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By the time I received this call, last February, as I was watching a Dora the Explorer video with my children early on a Saturday evening, I'd known Christian Longo for seven years.

He had vivid recollections of the moment the picture was taken.

"The only way that we could get them all to look at the camera at the same time was to have me behind it playacting a Barney phrase, 'Super-dee-duper! "I'm not really feeling what everyone else feel's," he wrote, tossing in, as he often does, an extra apostrophe.

After half a decade spent sealed inside a white concrete box for more than twenty-one hours a day, with only other murderers as neighbors and with no hope of ever again seeing the outside world, he'd had enough.

He was sick of prison and sick of himself, and he thought there might be a way to make his death meaningful.

He asked me this over the phone, calling collect from inside his prison cell — the yellow cordless passed down the line, cell to cell, hands reaching through bars — on death row at the Oregon State Penitentiary.

The reason he wanted to die, he said, was fairly simple.Tied to her right ankle was a flower-patterned pillowcase. Also in the water was a second pillowcase containing another rock — Zachery's body had slipped free and risen to the surface.Police searched the Longo family's last known residence, a rented condo in the nearby town of Newport, where it appeared someone had left in a hurry.A chain of fingerprint-sized hemorrhages encircled her neck — she'd evidently been strangled before she was stuffed in the suitcase. Eventually, his car was found in the short-term-parking garage at the San Francisco airport.In the second suitcase was the youngest member of Longo's family, his two-year-old daughter, Madison. By deftly exploiting flaws in an online travel site, he'd purchased a plane ticket to Cancún, Mexico, using a stolen credit-card number.I was drawn into Longo's life through the most improbable of circumstances — after the murders, while on the lam in Mexico, he took on my identity, even though we'd never met.

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