It took me many hours to write, because each time I'd be searching for a time marker or the physical location of someone I was describing, or whatever else, I kept noticing new things I hadn't before. So I had to scrutinize those as well, and they would then lead to something new again. Exhausting!
There used to be people who did things like you did for a living.
They would collect reliable facts about an event like this and record and publish them for posterity.
They would then come up with new questions, get good new answers to those new questions, thereby collecting new reliable facts. They would then record and publish those new reliable facts for posterity.
A record of reliable facts would thus be developed over time that normal, honest people could typically rely on and that abnormal, dishonest people interested in covering up their misbehavior would become increasingly “uncomfortable with”—and for good reason: Because the truth puts them in an (appropriately) bad light.
There used to be a name for these fact-collecting, fact-recording, fact-publishing people. I can’t remember that name right now, but if I do remember it I’ll be sure to record and publish it for posterity.