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
That this was actually a reality. We had concerns that there may be missing Classified Information. It could turn into an espionage investigation. Espionage . Was this some kind of International Spy caper or maybe it was something closer to home . What we got was the information that would break this case wide open. The case of a cia mom. Could a clue from her son help solve this mystery . Never going to give up. Never going to give up on anything. Hello, and welcome to dateline. For Marie Singleton, the sun rose and set on her boy marcus when the single mother met Andre Jackson, a solo dad with two kids of his own, marie thought she had found the man of her dreams and a Father Figure for her son. But that new life shattered when marie suddenly vanished, and police discovered there was a lot more to this mom and her marriage than met the eye. Heres Josh Mankiewicz with missing marie. . Secrets. We all have them. Some are small. Some large. Some professional. Others very, very personal.
Afraid. The name, the money, defamed, the drama. There is no life that does not have a price. In the heart of milan italy is one of the most prestigious Shopping Streets in the world. To step through the heavy glass doors means crossing the border from the ordinary, and the mundane, into luxury, privilege, and glamour. Really, it is the world that so many people aspired to live in. Once upon a time, just a few blocks from this Fairytale World Of Gold Fringed dresses and thousand dollar handbags, Haute Couture gave live to hatred. Beauty became betrayal. The story makes a greek tragedy look like a children story. It happened, one morning, in march, in 1995 when a man, rich beyond measure, a man in love, strolled into his office, and greeted his dorman with a smile. Then, his worst fears were realized, as he was assassinated, in a hail of bullets. He knew that they were plotting against him, to put him out. The murder that occurred on the carpeted steps of this luxury building was so bra
clothing. it was the minister. the man of the cloth, inspiring from the pulpit. burying the faithful periods he officiated over my son. counseling over the troubled. he was so good at understanding how to comfort other people. what if the minister is expected to be not a man of god at all? the minister role? the minister role. he was hiding behind that hat. a stranger in robes, caring got the devils business. i believe he prayed on vulnerable people. laying on hands where he said it. he would right into their bedroom. just who was he? reverend shermer was a small- town methodist preacher in eastern pennsylvania. he was our friend, our confident. just an all-around, good guy. he had seen the fresh young pastor going to an accomplished pastor. all the things he held my friends with the years. he watched his friend raise his family. they sang together many, many times. it seemed like the all-american couple. my mom and dad were people who
poisoning. cleaned out the bank account. are you trying to accuse me of something? a brother determined to find a killer. how dare anybody do that to my little brother? it wasn t supposed to happen like this. a toxic mystery and an emotional trial. is the jury being out long a bad thing or a good thing? it was a mystery from day one. from that time, right around the end of the hockey season. it made sense of what was happening to matthew podolak, matt the hockey amateur, matt the hunter, the fisherman, the athlete. it would make sense from the very first day that matthew podolak woke up with the pain in his back. and after what happened in the hospital a couple of months later, nothing made sense after that. [noise] god knows there were accusations. well yes, plenty of those. and a brother, mark, from whom the stories, the mystery became a kind of obsession. it s had quite an effect on me over the past seven years. the story of what happened to matt