every day i wanted answers, every day i was told it was an unknown. people don t just die! she was a loving mother he was a crime fightin prosecutor you are a pillar of tha community. i did what i thought wa right. then one day, the law was a his door his wife was dead in bed her eyes were open, she was pale i just remember crying, and not believing it suddenly suspicious but no evidence of a crime any signs of a struggle no. it was case closed years passed new lives. two new wives. he s extremely charming we just had the most amazin time then, a new detective dusts off the old case what s trumped out at you most definitely the arm where in a race position my first thought was the manner of death would b what s really happened in that bedroom i m - a young mother s death was mystery, but was in the murder tell me what happened to he to my face do not give me excuses it runs through the heart o america. along, meandering