the word help was scratched in the ground. we found two shovels that had what appeared to be blood on them. that just did it for me. i can t even think about how scared she was. a mother s worst panic. there are no signs to get there. just follow the rough, sandy trail from the subdivisions above, turn a corner and there it is, a creek, a low-twisting moving body of water in north carolina, that s nothing less than a garden of eden for teenagers playing hooky from high school. it was like a beach. if the weather was good, her decision was made, go right to the creek and bypass school all together. tell me about an afternoon at the creek, caroline, what would you do? just go swimming. after we were done swimming we would sit by the fire and get dry, and hurry up and go back to the bus and take it home. they would play all day like frisky otters. innocent fun until one day when this secret teenaged world collided with tragedy. i just knew in my heart s
they set the stage in a church parking lot. we briefed everybody on what was going to transpire, who was on perimeter, who was going in did you have your vests on, firearms out? we did. we had everything with us. reporter: while several officers kept an eye on the perimeter, detective hamilton approached je michael s front door. was he shook? he didn t seem shook to me. i was kinda surprised. i m, like you know, they just found a body in the south river right down the road from my house. he s cool as a pickle. reporter: they asked him to come down to the station. sure, definitely. i ll go down to the office with you guys. reporter: je michael s mother joined him in the interview room. she seemed to get just how bad the situation looked for her son. that body, if it is hers, really, how did it get down there? somebody could be could have done it, but trying to frame you. cause me and mama know in our heart you ain t did nothin . reporter: but je michae