but this, after all, was not some tabloid smackdown. ernie s parents had been callous ly deliberately, brutally murdered. not the sort of thing at all you d expect of some hormonally hopped-up lover boy. and as detectives pored over the scanty evidence, they encountered lots of the victims blood but very few useful clues. we were looking for everything. every blood stained fingerprints. they found nothing that pointed to ernie. those shoe prints were consistent with a size 12 and ernie wore a 9 1/2 or 10. also the csi people found in one of those prints a speck of human dna that did not belong to either ernie or his parents. early on there was only that curious incident just a little odd that happened the day after the bodies were discovered. ernie showed up at the house all distraught insisting officer tucker gave him entry. no can do, she said, active crime scene and all. he became demanding and even condescending very, very quickly, which surprised me.
it was the 23rd of march, 2008. ernie scherer iii, a person of interest in the particularly violent murder of his parents, quite suddenly got out of dodge. he was gone. a guilty conscience or an innocent man fed up with negative attention from the cops? but detectives back in alameda county, california did not panic. ernie probably didn t know it but an enterprising officer fitted his car, his deceased father s car, with a gps tracking device. for the majority of the time we knew where he was. and the car plus ernie s regular visits to social media dating sites led the police to a number of young women he, well, met. like the one in new orleans who called the police after a strange night with a man who first told her he was writing a novel about a gambler who is a suspect in his parents murder. and who then told her his own parents had been murdered.
philandering. this, after all, was not some tabloid smackdown. ernie s parents had been callously and brutally murdered. en the sort of thing at all you would expect of some hopped up lover boy, and detectives poured over the evidence, they encountered lots of the victims blood, but very few useful clues. we were looking for everything. every blood stained fingerprint. they found nothing that pointed to ernie. after all those mysterious bloody nike shoe prints were consistent with a size 12, and ernie wore a 9.5, 10. also, the csi people found in one of those prints a speck of human dna that did not belong to either ernie or his parents. now, early on there was only that curious incident just a little odd that happened the day after the bodies were discovered. ernie showed up at the house all distraught insisting officer tucker gave him entry. no can do, she said. he became very condee sending
murdered. it was surreal. ernest sheerer jr. and his wife murdered. found dead in their own house, which was coincidentally in an upscale country club right across the san francisco bay from adrian s hotel. now, of course, the house was a crime scene where even the seasoned lead detective scott was horrified by what he saw. it was probably the most gruesome brutal homicide scene i had err seen. it was march 2008 when the call came in. a country club employee had seen what it looked like a body through the sheerer s window. detective kirsten tucker was one of the first on the scene. as i approached the front door of the home, i could smell the odor of decay and blood from quite a distance away.
it was the 23rd of march, 2008. ernie sheerer iii, a person of interest in it the particularly violent murder of his parents, quite suddenly got out of dodge. he was gone. a guilty conscience or an innocent plan fed up with negative attention? detectives back in alameda county, california, did not panic. ernie probably didn t know it, but an enterprising officer fitted his car, his deceased father s car, with a gps tracking device. for a majority of the time we knew where he was. and the car, plus ernie s regular visits to social media dating sites, led the police to a number of young women he, well, met. like the one in new orleans who called the police after a strange night with a man who first told her he was writing a novel about a gambler who is a suspect in his parents murder and who then told her his own