Un, huh, sure. I suppose that the presumed serial killer put O.J.'s DNA on the bodies and on the environment at the scene of the gruesome murders. I can imagine the encounter. "Hey, you, over there in the bushes, would you let me cut you and put some of your DNA on these two bodies I crumpled at my feet?" "Why, sho' nuf' masta'. I is jus' some defuncky ex futboll playa' who' head gut bangd two much and I want to be impacayted in dis' dubble mudder!"
Uh, huh, sure. Of course, this is nonsense; especially since O. J. has already "confessed" to the crimes, "if I had done it, this is how I would have done it". Must be an author hoping to make some money in a slow publishing season. Maybe O. J. published the book