At night, Jason Stevens lies awake, sweaty and covered in tattoos, next to his girlfriend and 1-year-old son. In the dark silence, he mentally retraces dozens of plane trips and highway van rides with his former bandmate, Wade Michael Page, during his past life as a skinhead, white-supremacist rock star. In vain, he grasps for something—anything—Page ever said that corresponds to the actions of a man capable of shooting and killing six people and himself at a Sikh temple in... More >>>