to have to get it out of his suspect s head the old-fashioned way, by interrogation and gamesmanship. all right, art. got a new partner with me. this is detective mclaughlin. mac s first meeting with the man he suspected of abducting and murdering cindy came in early 2007. a prison interrogation of ream had been arranged and two senior members of jen s consulting firm, interviewers skilled in psychological techniques, would be working with mac. and coming to town with them was jen leibow, the detective and the young researcher who wanted so badly to be in on the case, met for the first time after years of telephone calls and e-mails. as soon as she walked out of the elevator, i knew that was her. it was a good meeting, it was long overdue. but the business at hand was at hand. into the prison for an eight-hour grilling of art ream. at this point, he s 58 years old, he s been in prison for the past ten years. you do know where she s at, art, that s the problem here.
child after a family argument ended in a fatal shooting 40 miles south of cleveland in cop vn ley township. the world is watching. tonight is the first major test of how financial markets overseas will react to the downgrading of u.s. credit. the markets in tokyo and europe will set the tone for what to ex expect on wall street tomorrow. now back to disappearance at the dairy queen. he had to keep on coming. there were years of frustrations, but detective derek mclaughlin had finally taken down cindy zarzycki s killer. how did you take the verdict? i was real happy. was it a high five moment? more than high five. mac and i gave each other a big hug after that. but to jen and mac, this odd couple interrogation team, the conviction was only half the battle. the second we re done with
you re happy with the story that is told, right? right now? yeah. at first, it seemed like ream wasn t taking the bait. the two sparred. if it doesn t matter what happened, it doesn t matter. it doesn t. it does matter. why would it matter? if you don t care, the family don t care? nobody cares no, we didn t say we didn t care, we just said we have closure. mac stuck to the game plan, pretend like it s all old history. i said i m fine with it, i m going to move on, and this guy was like hanging on to my i m trying to get up. i said art you ve got five minutes to write me out a map. the ploy was working. ream could sense the curtain was coming down and he didn t like not being center stage anymore. i don t have closure, so how the hell can they have closure? because that s the type of people they are. do they want their daughter back? of course they do. he took his trump card, it was perfect. art had no more control, he couldn t be the puppet master. mac took
doesn t do anything but sit there and nod his head saying, well, you got that right. a suspect, but no body, no witnesses, no forensics. the d.a. s office was going to need more before moving ahead on art ream. if the d.a. was demanding better evidence, then mac wanted to get into this place and have a look around. it used to be a warehouse where art ream had his carpet business. in 1997, when he was arrested, he was hustled off to prison so quickly that he never got a chance to return to the warehouse to tidy up. it had been virtually locked up for the last ten years. the d.a. gave mac a green light to search the place. we re nearing the end of our looking around and this bucket in the corner was this my partner, kelly, she reached out and pulled out this watch box. she opens it up and goes, oh, my god, mac, look at this. so i look at it and i m looking at jewelry, looking at some cuff
the hidden camera had run out of juice, so jen switched on her tape recorder. and, you know, he sort of looked towards the door in a way is anyone there? and leaned in toward me and said in a whisper, you know, it didn t happen exactly the way they say it did. it wasn t it s like nothing you d ever believe. i got the impression that maybe, you know, mac is a police officer, the police presence was a reminder of punishment and maybe he ll talk to me alone. let s you and me talk, huh? yeah. so i alerted mac to that and mac stayed right outside the door. and i proceeded to talk to art for about four more hours. a cat-and-mouse game. yes. clarice. yes. brave clarice. you will let me know when those lambs stop screaming, won t you? tell me his name, doctor! clarice! your case file. the young investigator alone