Afoot. Brutal, and violence, and chaotic, they are vicious killers. It was a horrible betrayal. This wasnt supposed to happen ever. It was a chilly december morning, 2020. The high desert outside of los angeles. In there, behind barbed wire and secure blocks of thick concrete, a prisoner was placed in front of a camera. It was a parole hearing, for a life or who was not supposed to be set free. 50 miles away, nervous and worried, the sisters of the mans victim listen to a live broadcast. With her, historic l. A. Homicide detective, now retired. And rick jackson. Powerless to intervene, they waited for the boards decision. And it all came flooded back. As if decades had vanished. And the strange, terrible events had only just occurred. I worked homicide, but by the end of my career what it was 20 years. And you also think that you have seen everything, and this is one of those cases that, that just did not make any sense. No, it did not. Still does not. And maybe never well. It was just
the madsen tunnel? yeah. it s a pretty foil place to die. the murder happened on the summer solstice. this whole occult story came out. there is evidence of a cult activities taking place up there before. he told me that he had witnessed a murder. [inaudible] and that he was helping the police with it. little by little it started coming out. there had been some plot afoot. brutal, and violence, and chaotic, they are vicious killers. it was a horrible betrayal. this wasn t supposed to happen ever. it was a chilly december morning, 2020. the high desert outside of los angeles. in there, behind barbed wire and secure blocks of thick concrete, a prisoner was placed in front of a camera. it was a parole hearing, for a life or who was not supposed to be set free. 50 miles away, nervous and worried, the sisters of the man s victim listen to a live broadcast. with her, historic l. a. homicide detective, now retired. and rick jackson. powerless to interve
weightiness? i knew he would surface somewhere. you felt if you could get your mits on him, you might be able to get him to talk. yeah, because i felt at some point duncan was going to get tired of running. then, late autumn 1991, boston massachusetts, three young men walked into the downtown federal building, and encountered the season and a very particular passport agent, who just happened to have the same first name as the elusive mr. martinez. the name as duncan haywood, duncan haywood looked out at the three young men before him, one of them spoke. he needed a passport, he said, urgently. he was booked on a flight to paris that s very nights. his name, he said, was jonathan