shift was hurt last she was lying face down, a pool of blood under one side. just one tiny clue. a piece of foam rubber. there was a suspect, but he had an alibi, until this revelation. i said, i have something that you need to know. welcome to dateline, it hello, and welcome to dateline. it sometimes take especially to look at a crime scene and spot the one thing that is out of place, the clue that will crack the case. in this story, that thing appeared so inconsequential, that no one even knew what it was, let alone what it meant. it took almost two decades, a team of determined investigators, and a detective with an unusual background find out. here s keith morrison with the night before halloween. it was the night before halloween, october 30th midnight approaching. it happened in one of the middle class suburbs that s roll across the los angeles basin. inside a fast food franchise, closed for the night, a frantic scrambling, running feet, and then, sile
cases in particular, are very visual. i am inclined that way. i see the structure of the space, the crime scene. every little detail the crime scene sticks out to me a little more. so, wallace looked at the photos and the fragments of evidence still preserved. i said, wow. the anomaly in the room is right here. if i can solve this, i can put everything together. the anomaly. that would be the puzzling piece of evidence, which haunted investigators from us two decades. that odd, oblong hunk of foam. and it was either gonna come from robin, the victim. or going to come from the suspect in the case. once i was comfortable that this didn t come from robin s purse, it didn t come from rob s clothing. it isn t from the kentucky fried chicken restaurant. it doesn t belong there. it left only one other possibility. the murder. wallace poured over the pictures of the one suspect, marshall. when he was pulled over by the cops a few weeks after robin s murder. suddenly, a light went
everything together. the anomaly. that would be the puzzling piece of evidence, which haunted investigators from us two decades. that odd, oblong hunk of foam. and it was either gonna come from robin, the victim. or going to come from the suspect in the case. once i was comfortable that this didn t come from robin s purse, it didn t come from rob s clothing. it isn t from the kentucky fried chicken restaurant. it doesn t belong there. it left only one other possibility. the murder. wallace poured over the pictures of the one suspect, marshall. when he was pulled over by the cops a few weeks after robin s murder. suddenly, a light went on. he is wearing his clothing, still, of course. he has a pair of work boots. the work boots, churn up, i can see just enough from the pants up, i wondered if those are the kind of work boots that have that. it couldn t be. it couldn t be. could it be the farm? wallace rushed down to the