and thus, removed the evidence but just a passing comment. as the huge storm was rolling through austin. she said they had somebody that came back and looked at the house and was impressed with it. she said that is good. could that visitor be connected to diane s murder somehow? or the discarded wet towel with the seven tiny strands of hair. coming up, a stranger knocking on doors. what happened next still haunts the woman who answered i jumped in the car, locked the car. i stood there. he wanted to get me in there and all of the bells were going off. all of the bells were going off. when dateline continues. when dateline continues enter myfembree, a once-daily pill for women
we stopped building the house. he said they were going to therapy, which was helping. i mean we were really, really making breakthroughs. about diane s dogs. she thought i was accepting the fact that her dogs were going to be in the house. not long before diane was killed- i remember her saying, you know, that she loved me. that she would jump at the chance to be in a relationship and marry me. you know, no matter how long it took. we had our ups and downs, no question. no physical fights? never. never angry or loud words. it was just it s stupid you know. she thought i should be more of a handymankind of guy, like her dad, right? i thought that she should be more appreciative. was she faithful to you? i would be shocked if she wasn t. i would be stunned.
sure enough, not one but several neighbours had seen a potential homebuyer. they all agreed he was tall, dark slicked back hair and a big nose and said he wanted to pay cash for a nice house. so was he the man that toured diane s house the day of the storm. you always want to find the last person to see the victim alive. we thought this person could be the last person to see the victim alive. did anybody get a name? we did get a name, walter miller and a number. walter miller? they looked up the walter millers around austin and found two of them and neither fit the description. the phone number ended up being a fax machine.
he wanted to pay cash. they were looking to do it quick. the physical description, they were all the same. some callers added curious details. he had on brand-new jeans that were three sizes too long. it was the kind of strange thing that you remember, said the real estate agent, tammy. he had on a striped shirt with wrinkles in it. he just bought clothes, i am sure of it. he had suspenders on which nobody wears suspenders. it wasn t like his pants were falling off. it is when she showed him into the house her nerves went on alert. he said after you. after you. there was a stand off at the bottom of the stairs. my stomach was tight inside.
murder or putting hadim im in ds house she would have to put it all into a coherent pattern for the jury. what are you going to tell them first and you script it out. there were the zip ties on the property. his cell phone pinged near her house. the radio station alibi was a lie. the dna could not eliminate him and all of the women could identify him as the creepy guy that wanted to buy a house with cash, cash he did not have. like this realtor who cried and prayed after her encounter with tony russo.