i m craig melvin and i m natalie morales. and this is dateline. the neighborhood ha everything a burglary wanted t find, private yards, wealthy homes and she had the worst o possible luck, in that h picked her yes i d like to report an attempted break in - a mother, home alone. cops raced to her front door a she walks into an ambush in he backyard how does somebody die in matter of seconds with officer around her home? it was surreal, it wa awful. your first thought of tha time it s a burglary gone wrong. but the burglar caugh red-handed starts pointing fingers. this is a guy who aspire to be a hit man - she was a sitting target. does it now mean that you charge them all with effort now the detectives lay a trap we triedd to play cat and mouse. we re getting reall paranoid about being - one are you wired will they catch their prey? you hold your breath, the world s gonna stop this. you never think it s goin to be you. oh no
fall apart then, a signal from th surveillance van there he was the guys outside saw hi casing the place, to make sure it is already really paranoi about being set up and he came in with a snow pad heldman, how are you feeling? now, all eyes were on frank and fred and they, both at this point, look like they ve been - he is tired looking, and you can imagine the amount o stress they must be goin through. and then the old man, wh didn t look like he was doin particularly well either did he look frightened, o something? yeah, they both look scared they both looked like trappe rats numbering ship, you know? and, as they, feared wright was suspicious he sat, down said not a word but he had written something o his notepad. some, point they look to th