Leads until we ask, whos that . Dolezsar. All of the evidence we and he says hes my neighbor. Obtained led up to chris wright he lives two floors below. Being the triggerman. A suspect under arrest. Having someone you love reporter in the suv, ken just just taken away. Drove to his fatal morning sorry. Meeting, for example, the killer case closed. Or was it . Used that vehicle to flee the scene. And when the cops found it and could there be Something Else . Scoured the interior, they got a hit. Or someone else they missed . Chriss dna. We had a dna result from the there were so many parts of inside door handle of the suv. The puzzle that were not adding up. Reporter itself was a tiny someone had pulled the trigger. But had someone else pulled the strings . Sample. Not a perfect one but it seemed he was the type of guy that could take bad luck, and turn it to put chris in dolezsars car, into a fortune. Drivers side. Which certainly helped the case but it wasnt quite airtight, not yet. T
Says hes my neighbor, he lives two floors below. A suspect under arrest. Having someone just take him away sorry. Case closed or was it . Could there be Something Else or someone else theyd missed . There were so many parts of the puzzle that were not adding up. Someone had pulled the trigger, but had someone else pulled the strings . He was the type of guy that could take bad luck and turn it into a fortune. Hello and welcome to dateline. They were neighbors living large in a Salt Lake City loft building, a sophisticated crowd who enjoyed mixing business with pleasure. And then there was a phony in their midst. Was he the mastermind in this cold blood killing or did investigators need to be looking in another direction . Heres Keith Morrison with suspicion. 7 00 a. M. , november 15, 2007, dawn in Salt Lake City, utah. He pulled into the restaurant parking lot, turned off his engine, sky beginning to brighten, sun not quite up. And there they were, the voices, the terror, the nightmare
We asked, whos that . He says, hes my neighbor, he lives two floors below. A suspect under arrest. Having someone just take him away. Sorry. Case closed. Or was it . Could there be Something Else or someone else theyd missed . There were so many parts of the puzzle that were not adding up. Someone had pulled the trigger, but had someone else pulled the strings . He was a type of guy that could take bad luck and turn it into a fortune. Suspicion. Hello, and welcome to dateline extra. Im craig melvin. They were neighbors living large in a Salt Lake City loft building. A Sophisticated Group who enjoyed mixing business with pleasure. Then there was a member and members of the tightknit community discovered theyd been pawns in a kplicomplicates web lies, but did those lies lead to gunfire or did investigators need to be looking in another direction . Heres keith morrison. 7 00 a. M. November 15th, 2007. Dawn in salt liake city, utah. He pulled into the restaurant parking lot, turned off his
Reporter 7 00 a. M. , november 15th, 2007. Dawn in salt lake city, utah. He pulled into the restaurant parking lot, turned off his engine. The sky beginning to brighten, sun not quite up. And then there they were. The voices, the terror. The nightmare beginning. I immediately ducked down in my car after first shot was fired. I laid there thinking, okay, this is how its going to end for me. 911. What is your emergency . Somebody just shot a man lying dead in front of the village inn. Reporter it stands in stark contrast to much of the rest of salt lake city, this old chocolate factory, this grand stage for our story. It was converted to loft apartments in those boom years before the bust. And the style of living and location drew a distinct crowd. Outliers of a sort, iconoclasts to the mormon city. I loved this building. Reporter bianca pearmanbrooks, born into privilege, raised in africa. She came here in 2006 to visit a friend. I came on holiday and i miss christopher and we hit it of
Knew their neighbors and walked the streets unafraid. Direction . Heres keith morrison. 7 00 a. M. November 15th, 2007. Dawn in Salt Lake City, utah. He pulled into the restaurant parking lot, turned off his engine. Sky beginning to brighten, sun not quite up. And then there they were. The voices. The terror. The nightmare beginning. Immediately ducked down in my car after the first shot was fired. I laid there thinking, okay, this is how its going to end for me. Youre going to be dead. Yep. 911, what is your emergency . Somebody just shot a man, laying dead in front of the village inn. It stands in stark contrast to the rest of Salt Lake City. This old chocolate factory. This grand stage for our story. It was converted to loft apartments in the boom years before the bust, and the style of living and location drew a distinct crowd, outliers of a sort, iconoclasts in this famously mormon city. I loved this building. Bianca pearmanbrooks, for example, born into privilege in england, rais