what did that say to you? a great deal of rage by someone. he looked like your average high school student. tall, clean cut, polite. a teenager with two sides. he would yell at her. he would be pushing her around. a puzzle seemingly solved, then blown apart. we recorded the conversation and it was dynamite. micaela was on the ground and she wasn t really moving. to unravel the mystery, investigators would follow a trail through high school hallways, teaming with secrets and schemes. the hatred grew more and more and more. bad idea that became a horrible idea. bad idea that went very, very bad. they call him wendover will. he waves at you from miles. the big neon cowboy. wendover will is what he s called. and his job has been to tampa travelers off of interstate 80 near the utah-nevada border. pull them off the road to this tiny casino commerce. and most evenly a little lighter on the wallet. knowing precious little about the stories wendover like to te
i had so many thoughts leading up to this assignment as to what it was gonna be like. trying to imagine going down this road, knowing it s a one-way trap. there s this moment when you get this last glimpse of the world around you, but that glimpse is through steal match. louisiana s highway 66. it s a beautiful countryside. it s undoubtedly not lost on the countless men driven to the place where they ll most likely die. but road ends here. the louisiana state penitentiary. a former plantation the size of manhattan. 28 square miles. most people call it angola, named after the african country that was home to the slaves who once worked these very fields. now, angela is the largest maximum security prison in the country, where today, i ll be housed with about 5500 men. i m heading into ground zero of mass incarceration. there s certainly a heightened awareness as i walk through here. no guards. for the next couple days, i ll be staying here, explain key issues of the pri
Survive. as i read in the journal i kept, it s too easy to look away from prison and prisoners. dignity is earned, but hope is the son shull. essential. that s all for this edition of dateline . i m craig melvin. thank you for watching. when my mom came in, she said, nikki s not here. where is she? because it seems funny. in the bottom of my heart i knew something was really, really wrong. he looked underneath the sage brush and saw what he thought appear to be blood. a high school beauty found dead in the desert. bound, buried.