The estranged husband you know you are a Person Of Interest . The ex. The brandnew boyfriend. Somebody knew that we were seeing each other and didnt like it. And the unbelievable thing that, they were all there in the morning of the murder. So who did it . My stomach was in my throat. All of us were a little 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 pick up parked and running near the main street of little glendive, montana. At 5 20 am, the Passenger Side door opened, a woman stepped out and hurried across the and the street to the entrance to her downtown apartment. Her coat, disheveled. Her bra slung over one arm. The mans eyes followed her through the dark. Drawn as other mens eyes were, like moths to flame. To her. To the woman now crossing the sidewalk to her doorway, susie. Lightning in a bottle. They were all there. There at susies front door. Each one of them was part of that
police started with the men in her life. was one of them behind her death? everybody was a suspect. the estranged husband you know you are a person of interest? the ex. the brand-new boyfriend. somebody knew that we were seeing each other and didn t like it. and the unbelievable thing that, they were all there in the morning of the murder. so who did it? my stomach was in my throat. all of us were a little 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 pick up parked and running near the main street of little glendive, montana. at 5:20 am, the passenger side door open a woman stepped out and hurried across the and the street to the entrance to her downtown apartment. her coat, disheveled. her bra slung over one arm. the man s i followed her through the dark. john as other men s eyes were, like moths to flame. to her. to the woman now crossing the sidewal
her front door. she never made it. we can t explain what happened in those 20 steps. it just didn t make sense to me. a working mom murdered. it was hard to imagine that anybody would be capable of something like that. reporter: police started with the men in her life. was one of them behind her death? everybody was a suspect. the estranged husband. you know you are a person of interest. the ex. oh susie where are you? the brand new boyfriend. and the unbelievable thing, they were all there the morning of the murder. so who did it? my stomach was in my throughout. all of us were a little taken aback. it was hard for my brain to wrap around that. the spring air was a cold blanket around the pickup reporter: it was early morning. still dark. the spring air was a cold blanket around the pickup parked an runs near the main street of little glendive, montana. at 5:20 a.m., the passenger side door opened, the woman got out and made it to her apartment.
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
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