International spy caper or maybe it was something closer to home . What we got was the information that would break this case wide open. The case of a cia mom. Could a clue from her son help solve this mystery . Never going to give up. Never going to give up on anything. Im lester holt. And this is dateline. Heres josh mankowitz with missing marie. Secrets. We all have them. Some are small. Some large. Some professional. Others very, very personal. This is a story about secrets. About a woman who was very good at keeping them. And about what happened when that woman suddenly disappeared. She was beautiful. My mom was really beautiful. A great person. A nice person. As a little boy, Marcus Singleton couldnt possibly foresee the loss he would suffer or the terrible choice he would one day have to make. All he knew back then was his mothers love. I mean, she helped people, you know, if there was a kid in the street who needed something, she would pull over and see if they were okay, you k
everyone in tears. everyone in tears. finally i say what the what s going on? what s going on? and my grand mom is just she s crying. and my stepfather s crying, too, but, you know, he grabs me and he pulls me and he hugs me. and, you know, he tells me straight up. he said they found your mom s body in the trunk of her car. you know, she s dead. marie s sister, elaine roundtree, had just arrived from philadelphia. like the rest of the family, she was devastated. elaine was one of the few people who knew marie worked for the cia. but even she didn t know exactly what marie did. we loved her as a sister. we respected her as a sister. and with her job she traveled a lot. we knew she worked for the government, for the cia and that was it. and you never asked what she did. never asked. but now elaine had a lot of questions. starting with what could possibly have induced marie to leave 8-year-old
marcus and infant marquis home alone? that was preposterous. that would have never happened. so, elaine started to compare notes with friends and family. but the conversations weren t about the cia. they were telling me different incidents and different things that they had with andre. andre, marie s husband, things he was saying and doing didn t add up. first, there was jean s story about what she saw that saturday morning when andre showed up at her home looking for marie. he had a bruise on his lip. andre had a bruise on his lip? he did. he said, oh, i bruised it playing football with andre jr. really? it looks kind of fresh. then there was kelly clayton who spent the better part of sunday calling andre s house hoping marie would show up. and with each phone call, andre
contacted inglewood police and found out they were way ahead of her. i had spoke with the one detective over the telephone, and he said that andre was a suspect. i was also told that this would probably be resolved because they may arrest him at the funeral. you thought andre was going to be arrested? yes. pretty quickly. yes. but andre wasn t arrested at marie s funeral or the next day or the day after that. after the service, elaine and her relatives flew back to philadelphia. a few weeks later marcus joined them. marie s relatives still expected an arrest any day. but days turned into weeks, and then months, until a whole year had passed. and that s when a mysterious letter arrived for the singleton family, an anonymous letter that sent this investigation in a whole new direction. coming up we didn t know where the
seemed to have a new developing story. first, it was this she had drank a little and she wanted to go to her son s football game. he told her that he did not want her to go, and they had a argument and she stormed out. but during the next phone call, andre said one of her old boyfriends was in town, and she was with him. and then finally he let me know when she does get there, i ll call you, i ll have her call you, letting me know, don t call no more. then on monday, when marie s friends went to the condo to help pass out flyers, jean noticed something in andre and marie s bedroom. it was a big hole in the wall. that was a reality check for me, because it wasn t where the doorknob was. it was above it like someone had put their fist through it. big enough for, like, a head because it went straight through. elaine heard all of this and