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
And then the third shot into his chest. Three gunshots that had a long running mystery. Who killed the veterinarian . I think the perpetrator stood there and watch him die. There were so many different leads and rumours. I felt like it wasnt for me. Jealousy . Rage . Revenge . It was a classic who done it. Could anyone solve it . Look at what its done to our family. It was hard. I wanted justice for my brother. There was a broad swath of prairie. Where the cattle outnumbered the people. And the sad Summer Breeze sang around the modest dwelling in the grass. This is marlene protsman. They called it the bunk house. Though it was really just a single wide trailer. He shot himself. My husband just went down. Richard. To see if he wanted to go to pasture. An honest little place out on the montana prairie. Along the edges. Do you know where he shot himself . Okay. Is he still alive . Theres blood everywhere. I place a young vet could achieve while he built his business. Well, if you can have
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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.