welcome to dateline. it sometimes takes a special eye to look at a crime scene and spot the one thing that s out of place, the clue that will crack the case. in this story, that thing appeared so inconsequential, no one even knew what it was let alone what it meant. it took almost two decades, a team of determined investigators, and a detective with an unusual background to find out. here s keith morrison with the night before halloween. it was the night before halloween, october 30th, late, midnight approaching. it happened in one of the middle-class suburbs that sprawl across the los angeles basin inside a fast food franchise closed for the night. a frantic scrambling, running feet, then silence. the next morning, not far away, the hoynes family daughters prepared for a favorite celebration. kim was the eldest, then robin, tricia and wendy. excited because this was halloween, one of the best days of the year. i loved it. we would trick-or-treat and then sort the can
in her life. was someone involved. the age range went. you know is a person in. this the acts. the brand-new boyfriend. someone knew that we were seeing each other and did not like it. and the unbelievable thing. they were all there the day of the murder. so who did it. my stomach was in my throat. all of us were 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 bar some 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 sidewalk to her doorway, susie. lightning in a bottle. they were all there. they re at susie s front
Bridesmaids when their aunt val remarried. but there are too many from this family in the circle village cemetery. something, not something a family gets used to. they just learn to work around it. they go on. we re not victims. we re survivors. survivors keep on living life. and we re survivors. and we re survivors. i m craig melvin. and i m natalie morales. and this is dateline. for lovely robin, the late shift was her last. she was laying facedown, a pool of blood under one side. just one tiny clue a piece of curved foam rubber. there was a suspect, but he had an alibi, until this revelation. i said, i have something that you need to know.