Character. He was always very affectionate tour, and he didnt like. It everyone was suspect. Then a break. Tips from other woman who had been targeted, too. He wanted to get me in there and i didnt budge and all the bells were going off. I took off. I felt i had dodged a bullet. The who is frightening, but the white was much worse. In my wildest dreams i never thought result like this could even exist. He certainly had a motive. Yes you did. It was the afternoon of november 15th, austin, texas. Four pm, there is something ominous in the air. The smell of it, the familiar feel of it against the skin, a storm coming. Something big. They did tell us on the news if you dont have to go out tonight dont. In the sky overhead turned dark by midnight in the afternoon. When it gets like that, it is pitch blackout. You have the fear of tornadoes. Sure enough said the announcers on tv, twisters had been spotted headed to parts of the city, including the northwest. Diane lived in the northwest. I s
missing man. the obvious problem, no one could find him. this guy is potentially very dangerous. but what was real? and what was pretend? this is as diabolical as any case i ve ever seen. enter the actors. they re trying to say i m somebody that i m not. was the killer really missing? or was he hiding in plain sight? i said, this son of a bitch is dirty. somebody knew the truth. don t, don t, that can t be found. and this father refused to give up until he knew it too. everything is based on me knowing the whole story. places please. there s an empty theater. a script full of twists. a troupe of actors. and someone who set the stage for an unbelievable tragedy. i m buying it. i m buying it hook, line and sinker. all of it so well done it was hard to tell what was real and what was an illusion. i just remember his performance being it was very, very real. this is a story of a man who seemed to be at the end of his rope. it looked like he was h
missing. in her place, her trail of blood. my biggest fear was that we were going to find her. police found instead was a puzzle. and then in my 28 years i have not seen that before. a missing woman. a mystery with few clues. did you find any parting the prints? hairs? anything? but that one men have a motive? he steals $300, 000, and you re about to be exposed for it. with except without proof, how could anyone trust the jury? do you think that they had any evidence against you at all? did they have anything? could anyone solve the mystery? we the jury, find the defendant, david ok. hello, and welcome to dateline. when someone goes missing, one of the hardest things for those left behind is not knowing the truth. was it voluntary, or foul play? the three children in this story arrived home one evening to discover that their mother was missing, but for them, the truth about what really happened may have been the hardest thing of all. here is ke
heart of a generation-old mystery. a young mom, torn between her photographer husband and her photographer lover, found dead in her own home. there was blood everywhere. but it would take years before dna science would advance enough to unlock the clues inside it. and then there was this diary. it also had a story to tell. everything she knew about him was a lie. a husband under suspicion. could not be more convinced there was more. a lover subject of speculation. all of a sudden, he has a motive. after more than a quarter century, would this family get justice? hello, and welcome to dateline. she was a charismatic and talented young mother. when she died violently, her family hoped for quick justice. but as years went by with nobody arrested or charged, that hope faded. what did not fade, small traces of dna evidence. more than two decades after the crime, could that evidence solve this case? here s keith morrison with haunting images. boyd underwood wa
started yelling, shelley shelley. a young art student murdered. she said, your daughter as been found in blood. and then the phone went dead. this was brutal and sad. the clever killer leaves a blank canvas that had no fingerprints, no dna. yeah. police zero in on three fellow students. the dead girls friend. trying to corner in the hallways at school, texting her on the phone, her boyfriend he had daggers, knives, sorts, who collects that kind of stuff? and her roommate. it felt like a leopard with. you absolutely. you could have been that she sure could have. soon, the dark picture begins to develop. look at this. that s what the whole thing happened. a portrait of the artist says a young killer. you notice the people in there. once there was a quiet little girl in a quiet little town who like to draw. she to the butterflies that floated by her around a plea, texas, like the country, but they pronounce it italy. she drew a but