Nobody knows where the bullet comes from. Nothings making it any easier. If you dont have a motive, its hard to know which direction to go. We were just never going to know. But someone knew. She called me and she said, i think i know something about a murder. We never could find out why trent was killed because it was something this weird. She became the key. Would she also become the next victim . She was scared to death to confront him. Let me ask you a question, youre not setting me up, are you . She knew what he was capable of. And thus she was terrified. And thus she was terrified. Hello and welcome to dateline. Trent digiuro was a force on the football field, popular and fiercely loyal to his wide circle of friends. Then late one night, the charming athlete was shot dead. His killer left few clues, and the Case Sat Cold until someone came forward with a stunning secret. What police asked the tipster to do next would make her a target. How much would she risk to right a wrong . H
i was, like, it s who? that can t happen. why him? no one saw a thing. it s at night, it s dark, nobody knows where the bullet comes from. nothing s making it any easier. if you don t have a motive, it s hard to know which direction to go. we were just never going to know. but someone knew. she called me and she said, i think i know something about a murder. we never could find out why trent was killed because it was something this weird. she became the key. would she also become the next victim? she was scared to death to confront him. let me ask you a question, you re not setting me up, are you? she knew what he was capable of. and thus she was terrified. and thus she was terrified. hello and welcome to dateline. trent digiuro was a force on the football field, popular and fiercely loyal to his wide circle of friends. then late one night, the charming athlete was shot dead. his killer left few clues, and the case sat cold unt
it s hard to know which direction to go. we were just never going to know. but someone knew. she called me and she said, i think i know something about a murder. we never could find out why trent was killed because it was something this weird. she became the key. would she also become the next victim? she was scared to death to confront him. let me ask you a question, you re not setting me up, are you? she knew what he was capable of. and thus she was terrified. and thus she was terrified. hello and welcome to dateline. trent digiuro was a force on the football field, popular and fiercely loyal to his wide circle of friends. then late one night, the charming athlete was shot dead. his killer left few clues, and the case sat cold until someone came forward with a stunning secret. what police asked the tipster to do next would make her a target. how much would she risk to right a wrong? here s keith morrison with the motive. her heart was on f
Ignored. lexington, kentucky. one year before that night in the bar. a house where students lived. and the music and laughter and chatter of a birthday party swelled and ebbed and drifted in and out of the evening air. it wasn t a huge party. it was just a low-key party with some good friends. they were about to be seniors, the young men who d rented the place, who d hosted the party. we had a group of guys, four guys that got along extremely well. they were big men on campus. they played football. the university of kentucky s beloved wildcats. antonio o ferral was a quarterback. in lexington, kentucky if you play for the cats, you re pretty much a well-known entity. the birthday boy, 21 years old, was a true rarity, a
Wildcats walk-on. he had no scholarship, no invitation, he d just showed up and tried out for the team. and over three years of hard work he had earned a starting position. here we go! trent digiuro, gentle giant. you know, everybody called him a big teddy bear. he was the great protector of all of our friends. the party was sweet, informal. friends snapped pictures and evening dawdled into night. it was after midnight when the party wound down. i think we turned in somewhere between 12:30, 1:00. antonio and his girlfriend went to bed. outside, trent and some of the others settled under the light on the front porch. out there, beyond the streetlights, was impenetrable dark. inside we were already in a faint sleep, and we heard a loud bang. one of them must have slammed the screen door. but no.