the way cara said it did. for one thing when first responders arrived just moments after the shooting really, all the lights in the house were on. it wasn t in darkness the way she described it. > i felt like i was in a war zone with the explosions, the and this room is so tiny. smell of smoke, the smell of burning flesh, people that somebody standing in the doorway could reach out and touch the finger of the person on the screaming. it was the single most bed. so wouldn t she have recognized deadly automobile accident in american history. ninety-nine the man she d lived with for 20 years when he was that close? wouldn t she have recognized the vehicles, most of them sound of his footsteps coming across the floor? and the bullet that killed him went in through his upper arm at the back and down into his heart as if he wasn t coming in to destroyed. twelve people died. attack her, but as if he was turning away. perhaps to run. you saw the trajectory of the bullet. what story did it
crisis center, the detectives received new information from the crime scene. such as, first responders believed the house lights had pretty much all been on when whatever happened happened. remember, cara said it was dark in the house, but once we gathered a little bit more evidence from the detectives working the crime scene, then we did get definitely more pointed in our question and more direct. and then something odd happened. cara changed her story. remember, she told 911, my ex-husband raped me. i shot him. breaking into your home. but now? she said she didn t know who was coming into the house. somebody was in my home, whether it was jay or jack the ripper. i was scared. somebody came in the house unannounced. could have been j.j. or it could have been jack the ripper? really? i mean, did what did you think of that? she thought her story, you
10:05 pm. quiet at that our, safe for the odd passing car a neighborhood carrying on the cool ocean breeze. there was a moon, almost fall. carol was in bed, all alone in a small darkened room. then, searing as a heart attack, the dogs. they were growling. that s one of the things that made me feel so scared. someone was coming into her house. the door crashed open. she said the lights were? off they were. was it so dark you actually couldn t make out who this person was? it happened so fast, i was so frayed. bonjour which to the bedside table, opened the door, to get the gun, no one her ex husband had given her, changed trained her to use. aim for the mass, he d always told her. aim for the chest. she heard the approaching footsteps from the front door
i think he went over to the neighbor s. is your door locked? no. i m scared to get up. in fact, the man had run from her house and collapsed on the next-door neighbor s doorstep, was lying there bleeding. the neighbor dialed 911 too. he doesn t look very good. he s bleeding pretty bad. i understand. the neighbor was petrified, afraid of more gunfire, refused to open his door. i m afraid to go outside. he s outside on my deck. and you don t feel comfortable going outside and grabbing him? no. i completely understand. peering out his window, the neighbor described the man s injuries. where is he bleeding from? all i can see from the way he s lying is his arms. yes, it didn t look good. i do have the police already on the way. is he awake right now? doesn t look like it. okay. is he breathing? yeah. the first police cars arrived quickly, within a couple of minutes. i know you re scared, cara, but the police are there, and they re going to protect yo
at all. maybe cara ryan was a victim who defended herself, and maybe she was something else altogether. what i m asking for is consent for us to go in there, okay? obviously it s a crime scene right now. what really happened in this little house by the beach in paradise? coming up, cara was about to tell her story in greater detail. i thought maybe i had grazed him. i said, why isn t the ambulance leaving? and deputy vaughn said, he doesn t need an ambulance. and i thought, oh, [ bleep ]. now he s really going to be mad. wait. did cara know the man she d shot? who was she talking about? when dateline continues. to walk along the lonely street of dreams here i go again on my -