i just want to go back two minutes. two minutes ago, he was laying beside me and he was alive and now he s gone forever. inside this house, an armed intruder hunts for prey. i heard angie scream, oh my god, oh my god i could see blood running down his neck i nudged justin, he didn respond. your fiancée had just bee killed, but she s calm somehow she seemed very calm. but he was either a but bo front on the side, a lov triangle but on the dark highway, th case will take a dramatic turn there was my body, on edge. were you nervous? extremely nervous a mysterious driver carryin ominous cargo. how did he explain that at that time, you don t it suggests that there s conspiracy unraveling a mind bending plot reveals the shattering truth inhuman is the only word can think of, inhuman to d something like that. it was a moonless night i iowa, 4:00 in the morning. the quietest of quiet hours. a small town cop went down a empty highway, found for th
shot to death while lyin asleep in his very own bed right beside his apparentl loving fiancée. the drops cops a adopted a handy rule, when in doub suspect everyone, includin her. it didn t on on me that i could ve been a suspect, o angie. it didn t don and me a bit you know their minds to hav to go to strange places when they re detectives, that s wha they do. i understand that but it was the calm demeano and apparent lack of emotion and justin s fiancée, angie ver huel that arouse the interes of detective bartholomew and hopper where they pushed her little and wondered alou not so loudly if angie might have known the killer or peris the thought, even colluded wit that shadowy person. whoever it might be. like maybe a love interest someone in his or her past more likely hers talk to angie about justin