In 1998, journalist Walter Kirn befriended a Rockefeller. The billionaire’s first name was Clark, and he seemed to fit the mould of eccentric rich that his last name conjured up to all the regular people. Clark had a private art collection about which he seemed to feel rather blasé, even leaving some Rothkos unhung on the floor so his dogs could get away with licking its paint. It was an odd friendship but one Kirn cherished because of his own curiosity, a hunger for characters, and his own loneliness in the wake of a divorce.
Years later Kirn realised his friend wasn’t exactly who he claimed to be. The so-called Clark Rockefeller first made national news when he kidnapped his own daughter after a bitter divorce of his own. Amidst the media storm, the Rockefeller family announced that Clark was not one of their own; he was an imposter. Eventually, the clamouring for truth led to his arrest and trial, not for the kidnapping but another crime—the murder of a California man in 1985, a case that had since gone unsolved—with his old friend Kirn in the courtroom documenting the trial and the disintegration of his relationship with a man he never really knew. Blood Will Out is a bleak meditation on friendship, manipulation, and the sobering aspect of innocently getting took.