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I've always likened this
murder to a jigsaw puzzle.

But you don't know how
many pieces there are.

There are lost pieces.

There are pieces that
are... in' lying to you.

It's very much. Like
the movie "Clue,"

with Miss Scarlet

with the knife in the
second floor bedroom.

We just don't know
who Miss Scarlet is.

There were four people
in the house that night.

When the lights went out,

everybody was alive.

79 minutes later,

the lights go back on.

One person is dead and
three people are saying,

"Not me."

- It's the craziest
- ing story.

It will absolutely
curl your hair.

Where do we begin?

The body of attorney Robert Wone

was found stabbed to death
inside his friend's home.

Police say someone broke
into this row house

and fatally stabbed
32-year-old Robert Wone.

A high-profile murder case that
turned a Dupont Circle townhouse

into the center of a mystery.

The murder has been the
talk of DC for years.

Detectives believe Robert
was sexually assaulted

and then murdered.

Three DC men accused
of covering up

the murder of their
friend, Robert Wone.

One four guys in a house,
one guy ends up dead.

The other three saying,
"I didn't do it."

It's quite a mystery
we got working here.

The big question is...

DC emergency, 9-1-1.

It was 2006.

I was chief of homicide at
the US Attorney's Office.

So, literally, it
landed on my desk.

Robert Wone, a
32-year-old lawyer,

decided to spend the
night with three friends.

79 minutes after arriving,

one of his friends called 9-1-1,
saying Wone had been stabbed.

After 30 years as a prosecutor

trying more than
50 murder trials,

if I had to pick one case

that could accurately be
called my white whale,

it would be this one.

I tried more murder cases
than anybody in the history

of the Department of Justice.

The thing that's different
from all the other murder cases

that I handled...

is everything.

The average lawyer
has tried 20 cases.

I have tried about 160.

A lot of them homicides.

This case has more questions
than it has answers.

Four people in a house
and one person dead.

These are ones where you wake up

in the middle of
the night and say,

"What the hell happened?"

This murder happened
in our neighborhood

Four blocks from me,
three blocks from you.

And we were instantly
drawn into it.

It started out, "Okay,
let's do a blog."

Peeling back the layers
of the players involved,

the 79-minute timeline,
the how, the why,

it seemed like a very,
very ugly seedy sex crime.

Investigators, forensics
experts, true crime jocks...

Nobody's seen anything
like this one.

As compared to what you
hear on the 9-1-1 call...

hysterical, you know,

gasping for air,
very emotional...

by the time the EMTs arrive...

there is a very different
story going on in the house.

At the time of this
incident on Swann Street,

I had been working for
the fire department

for about a decade and a half
as an EMT and as a paramedic.

We arrived at the
scene at 11:54 PM.

I noticed a gentleman
standing on the front stoop.

He was wearing a white robe.

And he said, "Stabbing
on the second floor."

His head was down,
his eyes were closed,

and he wouldn't turn toward me.

As I went up the steps,

I encountered a second
occupant of the house.

He was wearing a white
towel around him.

And I said, "What's going on?"
He turned and we locked eyes.

And then, he went into a rear
bedroom and closed the door

and didn't say nothing.

My antennas went up.

I could tell my
adrenaline was kicking in.

I started to sweat.

When I approached that front
bedroom from the hallway,

I noticed a man
in his underwear.

He had his back toward me.

He stands up and he
says, "I heard a scream."

That's when I encounter a
victim laying in the bed.

And I saw three
large stab wounds.

And no blood, no
blood on the bed,

no blood on the patient,
no blood around him.

I'm thinking, oh, my goodness,
something ain't right here.

I could feel the hair stand
up on the back of my neck.

Jeff Baker said, "The hair on
the back of my neck stood up."

The EMT said, "It looked
like Robert had been stabbed,

showered, and
placed in the bed."

When we got him in the
back of a medic unit,

I looked down at his chest,

and I noticed
surgical incisions,

something you see a doctor do.

And it looked like he
had been wiped down

with a sheet or towel.

I put him on the monitor.

No heart activity, no pulse.

He's already bled out.

We brought Robert
Wone to the hospital,

and he was pronounced
dead at 12:25 AM.

I was in homicide for about
two years at the time.

It's definitely not the type
of scene we were used to,

or at least I was used to.

When I got there,

the officers, they make
sure the scene's secure.

And the paramedics have already
transported the decedent.

When I first walked in,

it's a million-plus-dollar
townhouse,

very well decorated, very clean.

The three guys that
were in the house,

they had white robes on.

Not necessarily something
that you expect to see.

When the homicide detectives
arrive on the scene,

they all instantly sensed
that something was very off.

You have three guys who are in
crisp, white terrycloth robes

appearing as if they
had just showered.

Some of them still had
the wet hair slicked back.

They looked like
they just stepped out

of a good executive steam.

I learned that the three
guys were Joe Price,

Dylan Ward, and Victor Zaborsky,

and they all lived in
the house together.

Joe, he was the talker.

The whole story was
somebody broke in

and murdered their
friend, Robert,

who happened to be
staying the night.

Joe says they hear some
grunts or a scream...

and they come upon their friend

dead in their guest room

with three gaping chest
wounds and then call 9-1-1.

Joe gave me the story of,
"There was an intruder.

Somebody must have come
in through the back door,"

that just happened
to be unlocked.

And nobody hears anybody
come into the house.

"There was an intruder." I
mean, really, who says that?

You say, "Somebody
broke into my house.

They stabbed my friend."
It's just weird.

At some point, Dylan
went to say something

and Joe gave him a look like...

"Enough."

Dylan knew what that look meant

and stopped talking.

I could tell, at that moment,
that Joe was in charge.

We had no idea if these
three guys had anything to do

with it at this point.

So the three guys
that were in the house

were ultimately transported down
to the Violent Crimes Branch

to be interviewed by the
detectives in my squad.

As the lead detective,
I stayed on the scene.

I walk up to the second floor

and to the bedroom
where the scene is.

It was shocking.

There's just a little bit
of blood on the pullout bed.

There's something wrong here.

Where's the rest of it?

This is not what I expected
to see from a stabbing scene.

Two bloodstains on a sheet
and no other blood anywhere.

You don't just take
three to the chest

and lay there and die.

On the floor, there is a towel.
Little to no blood on it.

Again, I'm looking at the
scene. Where is the blood?

Next to the bed, on the
nightstand, was the knife.

It's got just a little
bit of blood on it.

The mobile crime guy said,

"Hey, the knife's from a
knife set in the kitchen."

At the foot of the
bed, on the desk,

was Robert's clothes
neatly folded

with his wallet
and his BlackBerry.

The bed comforter
had a perfect crease.

The pillow was at
the head of the bed

with, you know, a
perfect head indentation.

Nothing was out of place.

Nothing out of the
ordinary that would say

that there was a murder
that occurred here.

I've seen murder cases
involving one stab wound,

and the crime scene looks
like a slaughterhouse.

There's blood everywhere.

This was completely inconsistent
with a violent stabbing.

They knew there is a
lot more to this story.

Where was all the blood?

The detectives walked
into a very surreal scene.

The odd behavior.

All three of the roommates
in white bathrobes...

- Appeared freshly showered.
- Freshly showered.

Very little blood on the bed.

What the... was going on here?

As police work inside this
Dupont Circle row house,

they are trying to
determine what happened

to 32-year-old Robert
Wone, the prominent

Asian-American attorney
found stabbed inside

his friend's house
late Wednesday night.

Back in August of 2006,

I was a reporter and I
covered the crime beat.

Robert Wone, he decides
to spend the night

with friends that he knew.

Within an hour, he's dead.

From there, the story is
why? Why was Robert stabbed?

Who did it? He was only
there to spend the night,

and he somehow got murdered.

The night of August
2nd, 2006, Kathy Wone,

the widow of Robert Wone,
described getting a late-night

phone call from her
husband's friend, Joe Price.

His words were, "Kathy,

I can't believe I'm
calling you about this,

but you have to get to George
Washington University Hospital.

Robert has been stabbed."

Joe Price was the first
person to call Kathy Wone.

It was shortly after midnight
to say Robert was stabbed.

But Kathy doesn't
learn Robert is dead

until she arrived
at the hospital.

Kathy called me the
next morning to tell me

that Robert had spent
the night in Joe's house

and that there was an intruder
and the intruder killed Robert.

And I felt like I
got hit by a truck.

Robert was an amazing person.

I don't understand, to this day,

why that was
Robert's time to go.

Really don't.

Matron of Honor,
escorted by the Best Man,

Mr. Robert Wone.

Robert was murdered
two months after

he gave the best man
speech at our wedding.

I am furious and enraged.

I am...

gutted...

that my husband lost
his best friend.

Good. Darcey, look adoringly.
That's it. That will do.

Robert was one of those people
who was just fun to be around.

He had witty things to say.
He had insightful thoughts.

He was just one of those people
who was always good to talk to.

He grew up in Brooklyn,
went to Catholic school,

got interested in
politics and public policy

when he was in high school,

and then wound up
at William and Mary.

Robert was my best friend.

Met him my first week... First
week at William and Mary.

He was my friend
all through college

and my roommate for a
couple of years here in DC.

There was a secret society
at William and Mary.

It's called the 13 Club.

The club's purpose was to engage

in anonymous acts of kindness.

There was a special
bond among people

who were in the 13 Club,
which included Joe.

After William and Mary,

Robert goes straight
to law school.

I met Robert back in 1998 when
we were both law students.

Robert was such a nice guy
and so kind to everybody.

I had a big crush on him.

Robert had not dated
a lot of people.

He met Kathy in 2002.

He came back from a weekend.

He said, "I think I met the
woman I'm going to marry."

I was like, "This is so
out of character for you.

What are you talking
about?" He's like,

"No, I met the right person."

It was quite the kind of
whirlwind meeting, engagement,

and then wedding...
Stunningly fast.

At that time, Robert worked
for Covington & Burling

as an associate in their
Washington, DC, office.

Eventually, Robert
decided he wanted

to become general counsel
for Radio Free Asia.

Robert's motivation was to
make a difference in the world.

Radio Free Asia was the
place he could do that.

A lot of us lived in DC.

An incredibly close
group of people.

Robert was always
close with Joe.

Robert's 30th birthday
party was at their house.

I worked with Joe,
Victor, and Dylan

to plan and organize
his 30th birthday party.

How does everybody in
this picture wind up

in the same house overnight,

and one of them
winds up murdered?

It's hard when you don't
know if you're dealing

with a suspect, a
perpetrator, a witness.

Doing that in real time
is a real challenge.

After the three guys, Joe Price,
Victor Zaborsky, and Dylan Ward,

were transported
down to homicide,

detectives get them in
separate interview rooms

and begin to deal
with each story.

Price?

Joe Price was the
type A, hard-charging,

loud-talking law
firm partner type

who was kind of the
leader of the family.

His spouse, Victor Zaborsky,

was a very sort of quiet guy

who worked for the
International Dairy Association.

He was the point person on
the "Got Milk?" ad campaign.

Supervisor here. This
is Detective Norris.

- Sir.
- Then you have Dylan Ward.

He had a degree in
child literature.

He was a masseuse.

He kind of did a number
of different jobs.

The detectives came to learn
pretty quickly these three guys

not only lived together,

this is a three-way
relationship,

a polyamorous relationship.

Dylan Ward was the third wheel

in this three-way
family relationship.

What the detectives find really
strange is it was the first time

Robert had ever spent the
night on Swann Street.

Knowing Joe, Victor,
and Dylan were in this

polyamorous relationship,
did that have anything to do

with why Robert was spending
the night at their house?

To start off with,

the detectives
looking through it

with homophobic lenses.

Every detective said,
"I just don't understand

why a straight guy would go over
to the house of three gay guys."

The entire police
department was biased.

Robert was a promising
young lawyer,

well-liked, he was generous,
very happily married.

So why would somebody
want to do this to Robert?

I had been covering
crime in Washington, DC,

for a number of
decades, and I thought,

there's got to be
more to this story.

And that's when I got
deeply, deeply involved.

August 2nd in
Washington, DC, in 2006

is a typically hot
and steamy, awful day.

Robert and his wife
Kathy took the Metro

together that day into the city.

As they do every weekday,

they get off at the
Dupont Circle exit.

They kiss good-bye at
8:45 in the morning.

Robert then goes to
work at Radio Free Asia.

He spends the day there.

He had known that he was going
to have to be working late.

He didn't want to have to take

the Metro all the
way home to Oakton.

So if he had stayed late

to meet the Radio Free
Asia overnight crew,

then he would be coming
home late to Kathy,

and he didn't want
to keep her up

because she gets up
early in the morning.

He reached out to two friends.

He had first tried to stay

at the house of a female
friend from college.

And what we understand is that
Joe got back to him first.

In fact, Kathy reminded Robert

that he was going to
stay at Joe's that night.

Robert also had another
reason to hang out with Joe,

which was that they were going

to talk about some
potential work project.

And at 9:30, he calls Kathy,

and his last words to
Kathy were, "I love you."

"I love you."

Who knew that that would be
the last time they would talk?

At 9:40, he meets with the
night staff at Radio Free Asia.

And then, we know,
from call records,

that, at 10:24, he calls Joe.

Robert gets a cab,

and around 10:30, he
arrives at the house.

We really know very little

from the time he
places that call

and when the EMTs
arrive at 11:54 PM.

The only three people
who could tell us that

would be Dylan, Joe, and Victor.

DC emergency, 9-1-1.

So, meanwhile, Detective Waid
is still back at the house

trying to gather as much
evidence as quickly as possible

so he can help
inform the detectives

about the course of the
interviews of these three guys.

We have their story that said

that somebody must have come
in through the back door.

There was an intruder.

Well, okay, let's go look
at the back of the house.

It's just a small
little backyard and then

a seven-foot security
fence that was dead bolted.

Could somebody get
over that fence?

Yes. Did anybody
come over that fence?

There were cobwebs from
the trees to the fences

that you can only see if you
put your flashlight up there.

So you scale the fence,

you don't mess up
any of the cobwebs,

you don't mess up the pollen,
you don't disturb any dirt.

When you have a violent murder
happen inside of a home,

generally there's a
little bit of upset.

There's something
ransacked, knocked over.

Things out of place.
Not Swann Street.

Nothing in the home
was out of place,

never mind stolen.

There is zero evidence of
an intruder in the house.

I ended up being in
that house many times.

It's a building that's more
than a hundred years old.

You walk up and down
those 16 wooden steps,

they creak and they're loud.

They hear nobody climbing

16 creaky steps to
the second floor,

and then they hear a
scream or breathy grunts.

After that, they hear nobody
running down the stairs.

Yes.

The stories that these
three guys are peddling

to the detectives
just doesn't add up.

Joe is being arrogant.

Victor and Dylan are
being kind of quiet.

And none of them seem to be all
that concerned that their friend

was just slaughtered
in their house.

You know, I know...

Joe was giving credence
to their theory,

saying, "It sounds
bizarre. I agree with you.

And I wish I could
explain it, but I can't."

Shock just affects different
people in different ways.

And Joe is trying to muster up

as much as he could to
help them at that time.

If you're coming
in to rob somebody,

you're probably going to
bring your own weapon.

If you're going to come
in to kill somebody,

you're going to bring
your own weapon.

You're not going to
depend on somebody

having a butcher's
block in the kitchen.

You're going to be prepared.

I remember thinking

it had to have been
somebody in that house.

The story of an unknown
intruder is 100% bullsh...

Ordinarily, if you get two
people involved in a crime,

you're typically going
to be able to break one

and figure out what happened.

You get three people
involved in a crime,

you're almost certainly going
to be able to get one of them,

turn them against the other two.

When you're a lawyer
and you're implicated

in a homicide, you know
not to say anything.

But he's going down,
cooperating with them,

hoping that they can
find whoever did this.

Joe is trusting these guys

that they're actually
looking for the killer,

and then he realized,
"This is all a sham.

They're looking at me."

He went to school with Robert.

Joe was at his wedding.

Joe threw a surprise
party for him.

What was his motive?
It was his best friend.

Joe and Victor,
who were upstairs

at the time of the murder,
they come downstairs.

Well guess what?

They can't account for
precisely where Dylan was.

You didn't know
where Dylan was at.

So how do you know
somebody broke in?

How do you know it wasn't Dylan?

He quickly and definitively
came to Dylan's defense,

even though he
couldn't alibi Dylan.

Dylan's room was on
the second floor.

He was the weak link.

So Dylan was taken from
the homicide office

out the side door

to go down to the FBI to
take a polygraph test.

The two questions were,
"Did you kill Robert?"

"Do you know who killed Robert?"

On his answers to both
of those questions,

Dylan came up what we call
DI, deception indicated.

He flunked the polygraph.

Polygraphs are in
admissible in court.

So when the police come
back and say, "You failed.

Tell us the rest and
we'll go easy on you,"

it's leverage.

Because if that doesn't
work, then they have nothing.

That will normally break
a guy if he did it.

I mean, this guy...

Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe. Joe.

They're running
out of gas, okay.

Who had a motive?

The detectives didn't
have any solid theory.

Which one is it? One of them?

Two of them? Three of them?

After Joe got all agitated
and he wanted to leave.

"Okay. Go ahead. We're done."

He was free to leave
the whole time.

Once I left 1509 Swann Street,

I went back to the
homicide office.

I'd been up all day, all night,
and we thought we were done.

And Joe keeps
banging on the door,

wanting to get back in there.

He found out I was
the lead detective.

And what does he want to do?

He wants to come
back in and talk.

Initially, the story
we had was the knife

was laying on Robert's chest,

and he put it onto
the nightstand.

Whenever he came back
and talked to me,

he said that he pulled
it out of Robert's chest.

What the...?

So I get him back into
the interview room,

and I start videotaping it.

He changed the story.

That's something that a
human being never forgets.

"I had to pull the knife
out of my friend's body."

There were no witnesses.

Why didn't he just stick
with his original story?

"It was laying on him, and
I laid it on the table."

The fact that he thinks
he pulled it out of him

supports the fact that
he's telling the truth.

He's in shock.

I don't know why he
changed the story.

In my opinion, you're either
doing it to protect yourself

or you're doing it to
protect your loved one,

one or the other.

Generally, an
autopsy is performed

within the first 24 hours
or so of a suspicious death.

Dr. Lois Goslinoski, experienced
medical examiner in DC,

conducted the autopsy
on Robert's body.

In 2006, I was a
deputy medical examiner

for the District of Columbia.

At that time, I had done
approximately 2,100 autopsies.

Case number 06-1837.

Name of the decedent...
Robert E. Wone.

When Dr. Goslinoski
does the autopsy,

she finds a number of things
that are very curious.

The first thing that I
noticed was three perfect

slit-like defects in
the front of his torso.

These were three
surgical-like defects.

They're nearly identical
in depth, width,

and orientation.

The uniformity
indicating nobody moved,

the attacker nor the victim.

A methodical murder.

If someone did get
close enough to him

to cause wounds like that,

then I would expect evidence

that he was trying
to defend himself.

Human beings can't
help but react

to try to fight
off the attacker.

But Robert's hands had
no defensive wounds.

There were no wounds on
the palms of his hands,

nothing on his forearms.

No blood on his hands.

Another major part of the
story that is so bizarre.

I've seen tons of stabbings.

I've never even
heard of a stab wound

that somebody was stabbed
and they just die.

The blood went over his
shoulder and down his side.

He didn't even move.

With the types of wounds
that Mr. Wone had,

I would have expected
significant blood loss.

From seeing the scene
where he was lying,

very little blood was found.

My conclusions from the autopsy
were that the cause of death

was stab wounds of torso,

and the manner of
death was homicide.

But these wounds were
not immediately fatal.

There was blood that had leaked
into the small intestine.

We know his digestive
system continued to operate

for a period of time
after he had been stabbed.

There was a blood clot

filling a portion of
the small intestine.

We came to a consensus.

Robert Wone was still alive

while that blood
clot was forming.

He lived for a period of time
after each of those wounds

were inflicted.

To initially have internal
bleeding from a stab wound

and not even move, I
found it impossible.

He had to be alive and...

paralyzed.

Why did he not move?

Was he tied up? Is that why
his wounds look so uniform?

There was no evidence
of ligature marks.

The reason why that could
have happened was that

he was under the influence
of some type of drug.

The autopsy showed there
was no signs of Robert

being physically restrained.

But they did find those
needle puncture marks.

There were needle puncture
marks on his neck.

There were needle puncture marks
on the back of one of his hands.

A few more on his ankle and
on the top of one of his feet.

It's not unusual to find
some needle puncture marks

because they'll try
to start an IV line,

whether by the EMTs
in the ambulance

or the doctors at the
hospital trying to treat

and revive a patient.

And, so, we
interviewed them all.

None of them could explain all
of these needle puncture marks

to our satisfaction.

In my opinion, some of
these needle puncture marks,

particularly the
one that was right

in the center of his chest,

were inflicted on
Robert pre-mortem,

before he was dead.

Which led us down the sort
of wild world of paralytics.

What drugs might have
been used that correspond

to those needle puncture marks
that incapacitated Robert?

With any autopsy that you do,
you collect body fluid samples,

a blood sample, a urine sample,

and those samples get
sent away to a lab.

I knew that that was the next
clue that I was going to have.

After that interrogation,

and as we waited for the
results of the autopsy,

Joe Price, Dylan Ward,
and Victor Zaborsky

were definitely
suspects in the case.

32-year-old attorney Robert
Wone was found murdered

inside this upscale row home
in the Dupont Circle area.

Today's police presence

a concern for those
living around it,

all wondering who did it,

and will police catch
whomever is responsible?

One of the main reasons
I picked this place

was because it was safe.

Also in the home, three
men... Homeowner Joseph Price

and his domestic
partner, Victor Zaborsky,

and their roommate, Dylan Ward.

News breaks that this prominent
member of the Asian community,

Robert Wone, is murdered,

and there are three gay
people in the house.

Dupont Circle and the
neighborhood of Swann Street

was the center of
the gay community.

Joe Price was at the top

of the A-list gay social
scene in Washington, D.C.

The gay community is supportive
of Joe, Victor, and Dylan.

In 2006, Joe and Victor were
leaders in the gay community.

Joe was very out front,

very much an advocate
for gay rights.

The sentiment initially
was sympathetic

to the three gay men.

Joe Price was a
prominent attorney

working for a
prominent law firm.

He also was one of the founders
of an LGBT organization

called Equality Virginia.

At the time, gay marriage
was not recognized.

In fact, the
president at the time,

George W. Bush, was
against gay marriage.

Gay and lesbian people in
Virginia were sort of treated

like second-class
citizens in a lot of ways.

And there really needed to
be an advocacy organization

that spoke for
gays and lesbians.

Joe Price was on
the front lines,

actively pushing for kinds
of changes in equality

that are now taken for granted.

With his domestic
partner at his side,

"USA Today" portrayed them

because they were on the
forefront of being a gay family

by being sperm donors
with a lesbian couple.

They were legitimately
forging ahead.

Joe was somebody that Robert

had always looked
up to and respected.

After Robert was killed,

I remember one of my first
thoughts being, "Oh, my God,

like, are the guys okay?"

After he was murdered,

I spent the better part of
the next week with Kathy.

And the family decided
that I should be the one

to sit with Kathy when
the detectives came.

The detective started
asking questions about

Robert's relationship with Joe
and with Victor and with Dylan.

And I remember both
of us thinking,

"Oh, my God, the detectives
don't appear to be believing

that there was an intruder."

Here I had been operating
under the impression

my friend had been the victim
of a random violent crime

and then find out the
detectives had some suspicion

that his friends were
involved in killing him.

It was absolutely stunning.

That night, Joe called me and
asked if I could talk to Kathy,

and I think he used the
words "waive privilege"

and share with him what
the detectives asked.

Joe Price's question about
what Kathy told the detective

was the first
indication to Kathy Wone

that Joe might have something
that he needed to protect.

The sense was that Joe
and Victor and Dylan

were hiding something.

Things didn't add up.

The intruder didn't add up.

Shortly after that,
Joe, Victor, and Dylan

came to the house

and insisted on having a
private meeting with Kathy

down in the basement.

And...

I don't know what
they said to her.

But she believed their story.

Kathy still really thought

that the guys were
also victims in this.

If your friend were killed,

would you go
interrogate the widow?

Would you ask another friend

to find out what the
police were doing?

And lawyer up right away?

It was a Saturday.

The phone rang. I answered it.

He said, "Hi. This is Joe Price,

the suspect in the
Swann Street case."

And he said, "I did a
lot of research on you,

and you're... You're
a street fighter.

And that's...
That's what I need."

I told him on the front end,

"I don't want to hear,
'I didn't do it.'

I want the unadulterated facts,

no spin on it one
way or another."

Price, in my mind, he
was factually innocent.

Let's not hide from
this. They were all gay.

They had police officers

that were pretty
obviously homophobic.

The detectives' theory is you're
in a three-way relationship,

you're a freak.

Therefore, who else would
have done it but you?

Here we go.

A lot of people are gay.

They don't kill people
because they're gay.

I mean, what, are you from
the friggin' stone ages,

for Christ's sakes?

Is it offensive to them that
they were talked to like that?

Yeah, but that's all part of it.

These detectives, they're
not homophobes and bigots.

They're trying to get
these guys riled up.

The whole good cop/bad cop.

The detectives, they
had tunnel vision.

They never reconsidered
other theories,

other suspects, other evidence.

No... ing way.

Make no mistake about it,
there was no intruder.

His client offered
the intruder theory.

So there is zero
evidence of an intruder

in the house to this day.

I haven't been here
in more than a decade.

It looks different.

This is all new.

You can see...

same fences right here.

Seven feet.

The intruder would have somehow

had to have catapulted
over that fence

without disturbing the
pollen, the cobwebs.

The intruder drops into the
backyard, goes over here.

He doesn't get the large knife
out of the butcher block.

No, he gets one of the
modest-size steak knives

and then makes his way through
the house into the living room.

Not interested in any

expensive electronic
equipment, apparently.

He turns, and up
the stairs he goes.

The stairs have been replaced.
They don't creak anymore.

But they were loud 16 years ago.

So once the intruder gets
to the top of the stairs,

he is right smack in front
of Dylan's bedroom door.

Has no interest in
going in that room.

Instead turns 180 degrees

and makes his way to the
front of the row house.

The intruder doesn't stab
Robert upon entering the room.

We know he didn't
stab Robert here

because of the
orientation of the wounds.

Instead, the intruder walks
around the bottom of the bed.

Now, at the time, there was a
table at the foot of the bed.

Two wallets on that table, a
BlackBerry, a Movado watch.

The intruder has no interest
in any of those items.

Instead he continues on
to this side of the bed,

at which point the
intruder inserts a knife

into Robert's torso three times.

One, two, three.

The intruder either left
the knife in Robert's torso

or removed it and laid it
on top of Robert's torso.

Joe Price told both of
those stories to the police.

At that point, the
intruder comes back around.

The intruder heads to
the back of the row house

right in front of Dylan's door,

has no interest
in going in there.

Instead he heads
down the stairs,

decides not to go
out the front door,

because Joe and company
tell the detectives

that remained dead-bolted.

So the intruder makes his way
back through the back door,

into the backyard, leaping
over the fence again,

and he disappears
into the night,

unseen, unheard, undetected,

leaving no evidence of himself

ever having been inside
1509 Swann Street.

The timeline that we could prove

was that Robert called
from a desk phone

at Radio Free Asia
at 10:24 p.m.,

and then the 911 call is
placed by Victor at 11:49 p.m.

And then at 11:54,
the EMTs arrive.

79 minutes is the
accepted timeline

between when Robert
arrived at 10:30

versus the time that
Victor called 911.

Initially, when we were
there on the scene,

we could not go and talk
to the people next door

because you got a news
camera right behind you

looking into these
people's face.

They don't want to have
anything to do with that.

Ultimately, we did
door-to-door canvass,

where you just
knock on the doors

and they tell you if they
heard anything or not.

These are row houses,

so you share a wall
with your neighbor,

and some of them are paper-thin.

So you can hear what's going
on in your neighbor's house.

Directly next door
to 1509 Swann Street

was an older couple
that religiously watched

Maureen Bunyan on the
news every single night.

Live from the WJLA
broadcast center...

Police and federal agents
searched a local home

and took a suspect into custody.

These neighbors were
interviewed by the detectives,

and they said, "While
Maureen Bunyan was on,"

which is between
11:00 and 11:30 p.m.,

"I heard a scream."

That's the only scream that
anybody heard that night.

And that scream becomes crucial
to establish a timeline.

So we got the tape
from the news station.

The news was over at 11:30,

where Maureen Bunyan
was not on after that,

not even for a commercial.

And I'm Maureen Bunyan.

The loud scream was Victor's
upon seeing Robert stabbed.

Victor didn't pick up the
phone and call 911 until 11:49.

They waited between 19 and
49 minutes after a scream

to pick up the
phone and call 911.

You listen to the 911
call, it's very bizarre.

To me, it sounds like
Victor is being prompted.

I can't find an
explanation for why Victor,

in a relatively calm voice,

asks the 911 operator,
"What time is it?"

"Our friend is dead
in our guest room.

Somebody stabbed him.

We think the intruder
has one of our knives.

And, by the way,
what time is it?"

You're applying
lifesaving techniques

to a good friend of yours.

What does it...
ing matter, Victor?

Are they trying to establish
elements of the timeline

that they can use
and backfill later?

So much in Victor's story that
night does not make sense.

"The intruder has
one of our knives."

That's not the way 911 calls go.

Why does Victor say, "He
has one of our knives,"

when there was clearly a
knife on the bedside table?

Victor uses "we."

"What we heard, what
we saw, what we did."

The royal we.

"We think it's an intruder."

Maybe they talked about
the intruder story

even before picking
up the phone.

As the evidence developed,
I believe Victor came down

and saw what the heck
had happened to Robert

or what was in progress
happening to Robert,

and he screamed

at sometime between
11:00 and 11:30,

and they still waited
until 11:49 to call 911.

In my opinion, it's enough
time to orchestrate the scene,

get the story straight.

That is evidence
of the cover-up.

Glenn's theory is they
stabbed him and they waited.

Glenn said it was all
pre-scripted and acted.

Victor's on the phone. He's
crying. He's freaking out.

Was that all planned?

How do you conjure up
the emotion involved?

Meryl Streep couldn't do
that, for Christ's sakes.

We were searching
through the house.

It's a very controlled
environment at that point.

When we were searching
Dylan's room...

we found hundreds and
hundreds of sexual devices.

All this BDSM equipment.

It was an extensive
collection...

Shackles, whips, chains,
all kinds of restraints,

a device that looks
like a gas mask

with a lock on the back of it,

torture devices.

Black leather flogger.

Two chrome-plated
stainless-steel spacer bars

to keep shackled
limbs spread apart.

Leather neck restraints,
wrist restraints.

Leather mouth gag.

Nipple clamps. Cock rings.

Ball gag. Double-headed dildo.

Slapper. Scrotal sheath.

Goes on and on and on.

This is an inventory
of the contents,

page after page after
page of S&M implements.

It reads like a wish list
for the Marquis de Sade.

It's always a
process of discovery

when you're
investigating a crime

and you find some new fact.

We're trying to figure
out the relevance

of all this BDSM equipment.

Maybe he was forcibly raped.

It just sends it off in
a whole new direction.

The law enforcement
officers requested

that we do a sexual-assault
kit on Mr. Wone.

The medical examiner performed
a rape-kit examination.

What that involves is
using a series of swabs

to swab Robert's inner
thighs, genitals,

both the exterior of his rectum
and inside the anal cavity.

In that sex kit, she found
semen around his genitalia

and inside his rectum.

Now we have a potential
sexual-assault angle.

We have DNA evidence.

An intruder doesn't come in
and incapacitate somebody

and sexually assault somebody
and stab them three times

all unbeknown to the
three guys who live there.

Now we think the identity
of Robert's perpetrator

will be revealed.

This is going to be
a clarifying moment.

We get the DNA results back.

We read the results.

It turns out...

it's Robert's own semen.

- You got to be
- ing kidding me.

We have semen,
and it's Robert's.

How does that happen?

The toxicology results come in.

Was Robert drugged and
then sexually assaulted?

In Dylan's room, we found
all the torture devices.

Why should it stop there?

Do you accidentally or
intentionally kill somebody?

The BDSM stuff is consensual.

It only had relevance

because Glenn had
problems with the case.

If I'm gay and I
have two partners,

you're gonna think
I murdered somebody?

It's preposterous.

Who killed Robert Wone?

It is a mystery that's
captivated the area.

The men who lived at that house
will go on trial tomorrow.

This is a murder case, but
it's not a murder trial.

What stood out to me was
the fight over the knife.

That was not the knife
used to kill Robert.

That was the plant knife.

Glenn's job is to build,
"We think these guys did it.

This is the motive."

Our job is nothing
but utter destruction.

The defense says the police
never really investigated

that an intruder broke in
to the house that night.

As reporters, we're only getting

what the police are telling us.

But there's two
sides to every story.

Glenn's basic format...
Four people in a house,

one person dead... That
is very persuasive.

It stops there.

The rest of it is
nothing short of voodoo.

It's the most chilling and
baffling murder mystery

with so many twists and turns.

You can't make this stuff up.