really, moved on. a year passed, then two, the bradford case got buried. i would sit around and wonder, oh you know i m gonna grab that bradford case out, and i m gonna read that again. maybe there s something i missed. maybe there s something i didn t do. maybe there s something i could do. but all those somethings led to a bunch of nothings, not one new lead. mason stayed in close contact with shaun, who by this time was engaged to be married. her father wasn t on the guest list, but shaun was worried he d show up at her wedding. we actually had plain clothes cops that were armed at our wedding. you were that nervous? yes. he killed once. my belief was, my father killed my mom. he s not welcome. i believe he did this. this isn t safe. and she felt nothing but relief when her father missed
what advice for this man, this tough, aggressive prosecutor who now fears for his life? this man is a threat to me. he is a threat, more importantly, to my family. in the annals of criminal justice, some cases refuse to lie down and die. they fester. and here we are now. and all that s happened, i hate to say this, but i think that we have to take this seriously. yes. but it begins with her. joan. she lived when she lived a thousand miles south of that little cemetery a few miles from the beach in l.a. in a suburb called torrance. on a quiet street named sharynne lane. there was joan, her husband bill bradford, and their four children. this is joan s only daughter, shaun. people would describe her as the most caring, sweetest person they ever met. there were three boys. brett, the eldest. my mom loved her kids.
left it? i haven t the slightest idea where it went. did it strike you odd that this fellow is so well organized would misplace a gun? oh, yes, it struck me odd. i knew right away he didn t misplace it. no doubt in my mind because of the type of fellow he was. but bradford did have an alibi. a parking stub. sure enough, he entered the pier parking lot the friday of the murder, 7:29. so he said he could not have killed joan, unless the detectives put together a timeline. joan answered a phone call at 7:00 p.m., but by 7:15, when shaun arrived, she was dead. we figure that s the timeline, 7:00, 7:15, right in that time. it s a pretty narrow window. right. could bill have shot joan then arrived at 7:29 at the pier? they made the drive themselves. it took just seven to eight minutes. it all fit.