We all came together to have identification to identify jane doe. Theres a passion to try and find out who our doe is. To try and think what if this was your family. You want to give them closure. Two homicide detectives. Its way above our heads. And i said i think i know how we can do it. All of these people share some amount of dna with the unknown person. We thought, this is the family. This is it surreal. It felt like someone just punched me in the stomach. Its a funny thing, isnt it . That it would be important to have a stone with your name on it. It is written on stone. Youre never forgotten. Hello and welcome to dateline in many cold cases, a grieving family is desperate to find their loved ones killer. But this mystery was not a whodunnit. The killer eventually confessed to the brutal crime. But who did he murder . That question haunted a small texas town for more than 12 years. Until a team of tenatious strangers put a name to a face. Heres Keith Morrison with the woman with
Interviewed somebody who hit the lotto twice. Really . In Southern California. And you know, it was amazing. She started, like a Little Cemetery for babies that people never claimed that passed away. And she buried the babies and paid for the burials. And she said she felt it was kind of like the second time she went it like the babies maybe, i dont know, like helping her. It was interesting, but she wanted two times. Thats crazy. Yeah, once someone else. Well but you are pretty lucky in other ways, dont you think . You get to live here. Thats good. Hey. Good morning. Lets go outside the mount tam cam right now showing you we have clear conditions. It is going to be. Ill take the compliment, though. Thank you so much, heres the dam cam. We do have clear skies out there this morning, and were on our way to another warm afternoon. Temperatures right now. Not as cold as yesterday. More of us are starting out in the low and mid 50s, but we do have some pockets of 40s like napa at 44. Good
Somebody knew that we were seeing each other and didnt like it. Whodunit . Everybody was a suspect. My stomach was in my throat. All of us were taken aback. It was really hard for my brain to wrap around that. It was early morning. Still dark, the spring air was a cold blanket around the pickup parked and running near the main street of little glendive, montana. At 5 20 the passenger side door opened, the woman stepped out, and hurried towards the entrance of her downtown apartment. Her coat disheveled. Her bra slung over one arm. The mans eyes followed her in the dark. Drawn as other mens eyes were, like moths to a flame. To her, to the woman now crossing the sidewalk to her doorway, susie. Lightning in the bottle. They were all there. There at susies front door. Each one of them was part that crime scene. But how many and who . Who are the eyes in the dark that started that awful cascade of events of terrible things . I just dropped the phone and cried and cried and cried. I just cou
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At 5 20 the passenger side door opened, the woman stepped out, and hurried towards the entrance of her downtown apartment. Her coat disheveled. Her bra slung over one arm. The mans eyesollowed her in the dark. Drawn as other mens eyes were, like moths to a flame. To her, to the woman now crossing the sidewalk to her doorway, susie. Lightning in the bottle. They were all there. There at susies front door. Each one of them was part that crime scene. But how many and who . Who are the eyes in the dark that started that awful cascade of events of terrible things . I just dropped the phone and cried and cried and cried. That could happen three times in one family. Sunlight in the bad lands of eastern montana is like nothing else. That unsullied sky, the vast Rolling Prairies dotted sparsely with tiny old hamlets in which business is rsonal and where friends and families have worked the same places for generations. Places like circle, population 600, susies hometown. She livened things up a