a mask in the studio i m doing this job so that means that i cannot go into the studio and risk infecting any of my beloved coworkers or anybody else in that space. so again, i m fine and there s absolutely nothing to worry about. i m trying to do my part to make sure that what anybody else at risk. so please just forgive this! actually, i had makeup dropped off for me today, like on my front porch so i could do it myself. i don t know how to do that, so i just didn t. i hope you don t mind! forgive any lighting or backdrop complaints. i m just trying to be stave. welcome to 2022, this is the way it works! [laughs] also, because everything has to happen at once, i have one announcement for get underway tonight. a couple of years ago, you may remember that i did a podcast. it was relatively short, seven episodes, single arc podcast called bag man. it was about nixon s vice president and him running a bribery and extortion ring out of the white house. these young federal prosec
we were just like in disbelief. what had happened to her last husband? whoever did this was very evil. the hurt, the anger. it makes you question everybody. it seems alive, somehow, here in the foothills of tennessee s appalachians. the creeping tendrils of mountain mist that snake and swirl. like lies. there is gold in there, somewhere, so they say. the sort of place where you could strike it rich, or maybe get away with murder. very scary. shocking. and devastating. so, after that mysterious death here, who can anyone trust? dearest friends? the word betrayal come to mind? oh, absolutely. brothers in arms? it s beyond disturbing. closest family? she looked at me as if she wished i was, dead. maybe no one. we were always looking over our shoulder. it might still be, had it not been for him. pretty shocking stuff? i don t think i will work anything like this again in my career, just because of the different twists and turns. yes. in that
it was a small new year s eve party. we took off and then short later after my gut was telling my feet to run back to that house. this can t be happening. when the party ended, the mystery began. it was just crazy, i didn t understand what was happening and why. his wife, the hostess, had seemed fine the whole night. then my wife just shot herself in the head. please! help me! please help me! her death was ruled a suicide. but not everyone agreed. i was always afraid he was going to hurt her. always. always. did a fight that night lead to something much worse? i knew that ashley wouldn t take her own life. a troubled woman or a troubled marriage? that wound on the back of her head isn t one she could do it herself, tom. it is not. oh [bleep] [ bleep ]. suicide or murder? i didn t do this. i just knew that my whole world is never going to be the same again, ever. hello and welcome to dateline. it was december 31st, and by all appearances, as
and dreams. and it s so real, it feels like her. and she just gives me a hug. why did it have to happen to our family? why did it have to happen to michelle? why that they? a young nursing student disappears. she was still dressed in my hospital scrubs. something drew her out to her car. the cousin she grew up with. the brother she raised. desperate to find her. they were able to do what a lot of other families have never been able to do. text messages, security monitors, surveillance videos. were they sons that she was trapped, reaching out for help? one of the things about, this is that didn t make sense. moment by moment dateline was there for every turn. look, there s blood wiped across. was she missing or murdered? was this the key? i will take her life and hers. a threat, a voice seething with hate and rage. you deserve to die for your lies. it s your last and final warning. what s happened to michelle? this case is not going to be over unt
they seemed like the ultimate power couple. she told me, should be traveling on secret missions. he had all of the medals. the silver star, the purple heart. glamorous military careers, but, was it all camouflage? says the bs alarms are going off in my head like you wouldn t believe. did they have something to hide? we start doing surveillance. maybe a crime here? yes. something that made me say, this campeche. we were in disbelief. what happened to her last husband? whoever did this was evil. the hurt, the anger. it makes you question everybody. it seems alive, somehow, here in the foothills of tennessee s appalachians. the creeping tendrils of mountain mist that snake and swirl. like lies. there is gold in there, somewhere, so they say. the sort of place where you could strike it rich, or maybe get away with murder. very scary. shocking. and devastating. so, after that mysterious death here, who can anyone trust? dearest friends? the word bet