I haven’t read the book pointing at the likelihood of the son's involvement. Like mysterious birth certificates, there is much else suspicious, such as the wife's coke-addicted roommate, just out of treatment and with some big debts. The wife too, and perhaps O.J., were cocaine users, as is much of Hollywood, and a remarkable number in the chi chi restaurant industry. All the salacious information is good for tabloids, but the evidence was so badly tainted that the judge should have thrown the case out.
It is amazing that none of the oh-so-self-righteous liberals sneering “jury nullification” regarding the “ignorant and ill-educated jurors,” clearly implying that O.J.’s race was the reason for the decision, were competent or rational enough to note the devastating corruption of all the physical data. The jury foreman was a system analyst; and yes, she was black. Perhaps someday someone will explain how those data, all of which were tagged, as the criminalists testified, by the two criminalists with his and her name, location, time, and other relevant information. My guess is that someone wouldn't subject herself to prosecution by lying to the court.
I too watch every minute of the telvised circus. Remember the socks that magically appeared on the bed, after the initial crime scene photos were made, just right for the appearance of the ‘bloody socks’, which had blood on both sides of the sock from seeping through? Remember the blood sample that was carried around all day by the detective? Remember the presence of blood preservative in the blood evidence on the socks and gloves? ... And remember how the gloves ... oh, never mind. Those cans of worms aren’t worht the argument which follows the truth of the frame.