heart of a generation-old mystery. a young mom, torn between her photographer husband and her photographer lover, found dead in her own home. there was blood everywhere. but it would take years before dna science would advance enough to unlock the clues inside it. and then there was this diary. it also had a story to tell. everything she knew about him was a lie. a husband under suspicion. could not be more convinced there was more. a lover subject of speculation. all of a sudden, he has a motive. after more than a quarter century, would this family get justice? hello, and welcome to dateline. she was a charismatic and talented young mother. when she died violently, her family hoped for quick justice. but as years went by with nobody arrested or charged, that hope faded. what did not fade, small traces of dna evidence. more than two decades after the crime, could that evidence solve this case? here s keith morrison with haunting images. boyd underwood wa
mystery. a young mom, torn between her photographer husband, and her photographer lover, now dead in her own home. there was blood everywhere. but it would take years before dna science could advance enough to unlock the clues inside it. and then there was this diary. it also had a story to tell. everything she knew about him was a lie. a husband under suspicion. could not be more convinced there was more. a lover, subject of speculation. all of the sudden, he has a motive. after more than a quarter century, would this family get justice? hello, and welcome to dateline. she was a charismatic and talented young mother. when she died violently, her family hoped for quick justice. but as years went by with nobody arrested or charged, i hope faded. what did not fade, small traces of dna evidence. more than two decades after the crime, could that evidence solve this case? here s keith morrison with, haunting images. boyd underwood was back. back here where he a
but, the police just did not have enough evidence to arrest him. somebody left the house with blood on them. i don t leave the house and then disappeared for hours, i went to a birthday party. and you said he had no blood and, you because people would ve seen it? no blood, no cuts. these are pictures from that birthday party. the man at the edge of the picture there in the red plaid is gregory. the host of the party said gregory was one of the first guests to arrive, and was as normal, helpful, happy, self. still in the weeks and months that followed, the suspicion took its toll and gregory, finally, moved. left southern california for spokane washington, with his girls, naturally. gradually, the investigation petered out a case went cold. but, as the years past, the o connell s relinquished hope that there would never be justice for kit. which, of course, is where boyd underwood entered the story. snooping through that dead file,
as for motive, there were these diaries. the ones obtained by detective boyd underwood. when i first saw them, they were downstairs, and what i would call, a storage room. boyd sat in the witness stand, as prosecutor wagner read through gregory s diary. painting a picture of a rejected man. who seemed tormented by the possibility he could lose his children in the divorce. the hardest part is saying goodbye to my girls. not tucking them in. this would be devastating. it s almost incapacitating. the diaries were important. they gave us some insight into the defendant s mind. particularly how he was attached to his daughters. more so than the average parent, we would say. there was more in the diaries, said the prosecution. gregory confessed, in this private list of, that there was violence. the last incident, only weeks before kit was killed. goodbye kitty. kitty and i had a fight this evening. she struck me, i lost my temper,
underwood came around. one of the administrators asked me if i would look at this case in particular. if anyone could break this case, maybe boyd could. anaheim cops, since 1964, rising to homicide detective, assigned to protect president nixon during the 68 campaign. he heard about the murder, back in 83, but by then, he had gone to work at the d.a. s office, or he retired, in 95. what was he doing snooping through this old file, years later, in 1999? simple, he was not the retiring type. he came back to work in a new unit in the orange county office, trackers, they call it. the mission, revisit cold cases, and close them. here he was the last faint chance for justice, probably going nowhere. but then, something caught his attention. a piece of evidence, found in 1983 in the closet. a plastic bag. at that time, they