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911.
What is your emergency?

Th-There's been an accident.

What kind of emergency?

Please, I... I need you
to send an ambulance!

You've gotta hurry! Please!

Sir... calm down, sir.
Paramedics are on their way.

Oh, my God! Please!
Please, you gotta help me!

Please, hurry!
Sir, where are you injured?

What? No, not me, my wife!

Hurry! She's in here!

Get out of the way, sir.

De-fib.
Yeah.

What does that mean?

Sir, please stand back.

Go ahead.
Okay.

Hold on. Hold on.

All right.

No response.

Uh, it's an emergency call-out;

The paramedics responded.

They found

Mrs. Lester
on the back stairs.

They pronounced at, uh...
12:16 a. m.

And, of course, you walked
through the house.

We were responding
to a traumatic injury.

Our priority was
to assist the victim.

That's Ray Lester,
the vic's husband.

Was he injured?

No, uh, that's
his wife's blood.

He said he checked to see
if she was still alive

and he held her until
the paramedics came.

Wouldn't you?

You never met my ex.

Tequila will always remind me
of Senor Frog's.

Which one?

Cancun.
My honeymoon.

My dime.

Well, if you ever want
to go back, it's on me.

Is that a proposal?

It's like the
Red Sea in here.

The Red Sea's not red, David.

No, it's blue from afar and
transparent when held in hand,

like any other body of water.

I was just speaking
figuratively.

I'm assuming

those boot prints aren't yours.

Please, I was just waiting
for you guys to clear a path.

Blame the paramedics.

This girl's head and spine
are perfectly aligned.

Yeah, when you fall down

the stairs, your head tends
to go in one direction,

your body in another.

I'll take a statement
from the husband

and the paramedics;
See if she was moved.

You know, twice as many people

die each year
from falling down stairs

than from accidental gunfire?

You didn't just get back

from one of those coroner's
conferences, did you?

What are you thinking?

Led Zeppelin.

"Stairway To Heaven. "

# Who are you? #

# Who, who, who, who? #

# Who are you? #

# Who, who, who, who #

# I really wanna know #

# Who... are you? #

# Oh-oh-oh! #

# Come on, tell me who are you,
you, you #

# Oh, you! #

Hey, Sanders.

Hey.

Back stairs.

And, uh, you might
want to hug the wall.

Whew!

Did you ever hear
of Odor Eaters?

Never mind.

We don't get another boot
allowance till spring.

Well, I'll try
to get 'em back to you

before your next shift, okay?

Uh, one more question:
Did either

of you guys move the body?
Didn't have to.

She was faceup.
I unbuttoned her blouse

to apply the leads,
but that's it.

We tried not to touch anything.

Once we saw that blood,
we knew you'd be showing up.

Becky Lester.

Catherine and I got here
a half an hour after

her husband called 911.

Edges of the blood pools

were already dry.

The pools themselves were tacky.

Which means she'd been down here
at least an hour or two

before you guys even got here.

Why did the husband wait so long
to call?

Good question.

Coroner won't touch the body

till Catherine and I are done
processing around it,

so, Sara, would you please
go up the front stairs

and work your way down
the back stairs?

You got it.

Warrick, could you

process the blood evidence
from the front door

to the back stairwell?

And if you'll notice,

she doesn't have any blood
on her feet.

So I can assume those bloody
footprints aren't hers.

Nick, Brass is in the study
with the husband

and he's waiting for you.

Hey, Grissom,

spatter on the wall
doesn't exceed 18 inches.

Well, that's consistent
with a fall.

Guys,

if she fell,

even if she was pushed down
these stairs,

I would expect to find
smudge marks on these walls.

Yeah, she would've

instinctively reached out
for leverage.

There are none.

Not to mention,
that if she was up here

before she was down there...

...she should've landed
headfirst.

The body position is
inconsistent with a fall.

Well, it's inconsistent
if she felldownthe stairs.

Maybe she fell up.

Catherine,

can I borrow your micrometer?

Blood spatter measures
two millimeters.

Medium spatter.

Suggests impact
with a blunt object.

But if she was hit,
where's the castoff?

It is a low ceiling.

Pretty hard to swing a weapon.

Sometimes first blush
gives you a head rush.

I don't think
I moved her, um...

I mean, I cradled
her head in my lap.

Tried to wake her up,
but that's it.

So, you and your wife went
to Piero's for dinner,

got home around 10:00,

got out the tequila,

and then what?

I, you know, got comfortable...

Then we went outside
and did a few shots.

How'd the tequila
get back inside?

Um, the phone rang
and it was my daughter Susan.

Your daughter?

Yeah, from my first marriage.

She's, she's staying
at Becky's dad's.

All right.

It's Susan.
Oh.

Hey, babe.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

It's boy trouble.

I'll take this inside.

What did you do after that?

Another shot or two and
then I guess I fell asleep.

And I woke up around midnight.

And I figured that

she and Susan had just gotten
into one of their talk-a-thons.

I took the tequila and
the glasses into the kitchen

and that's when I saw her.

Oh, my God.

Oh, oh, please!
Oh, please!

Oh, God!
Oh, my God!

Please! Oh, please!

Now, is there any reason
that you can think of

why your wife would be using
the back stairs?

From the kitchen, it's
closer to the bedroom.

You never mentioned anything
about the bedroom.

Are you trying
to trip me up or something?

I mean, I don't...

Maybe she went to,
uh, brush her teeth

or put on her nightgown.
I really don't know.

Okay, sir. I'm going to need
to take your clothing.

I'll go upstairs and change.

No, that's okay.
We're still processing upstairs.

You can remove them right here

and I'll give you a jumpsuit.

I'll close my eyes,
if you're shy.

Those don't look
like mosquito bites.

My wife likes to bite,
and I don't mind it, okay?

Okay.

Okay,

the husband says he
fell asleep, he woke up

his wife was dead.

He's a good sleeper.

Yeah, I'm sure he's gonna say
something like that.

Anyway, there's a daughter.

She spent the night

at her grandfather's,
who lives a few blocks away.

I'm gonna check it out.

I'm ready.

The blue markers denote
the footprints.

They're all consistent
with the husband.

The footprints are associated
with gravitational blood drops.

Please! Please!

The yellow markers denote
the paramedics' boot prints.

I'll call it.

And what about this
here, on the counter?

It's a single blood drop.

I'm thinking it's from when

the husband reached
for the phone.

That's a good observation.

What do you got in the bag?

This...

Is a bloody paper towel
that I found in the trash.

It's too textured to print,

but Sanders talked
to the paramedics,

who confirmed
that it wasn't theirs.

I'm thinking
it was from the husband,

when he tried to clean up
and saw it wouldn't be too easy.

Lucky for us.

Hey.

Husband slept in the other room.

His reading glasses are
on the nightstand.

His clothing's in the dresser.

That's odd.

A man and a woman, who
don't share a bedroom,

arrange to have a night alone,

send their daughter
to a relative,

go out to dinner,
have drinks by the pool,

but they sleep
in separate bedrooms.

Maybe... one of them snored
or had insomnia

or liked to work at night.

Or maybe they were suffocating
each other

and he couldn't breathe.

Sexual lubricant.

It's half empty. Sticky.

You know, you don't have to
sleep in the same bed together

to have sex

or...

Have romance.

I'm going to go see the doctor.

I'll grid the house.

I don't understand.

Becky was in perfect health.

Can I see her?

I'd like to see my daughter.

Well, her body's
with the coroner, sir.

There'll be an autopsy,
as part of our investigation.

But you said she fell.

Yeah, if, um...
if you don't mind,

I'd like to ask you both
a few questions.

Anything.
When was the last time

either of you saw her?

When she dropped Susan off

yesterday evening,

she came in for a few minutes.

Said she was headed home
and out to dinner with Ray.

And that's the last time
you spoke with her.

Yeah.
No.

I called her.

A little after 10:00,
after Grandpa went to bed.

What did you talk about?

Why is that important?

Well...

Stupid stuff.

My best friend Jamila
and I, we both like Leon.

And I know, friendship first.

I just wanted Becky to say it,
you know?

Uh, yeah, okay.

Thank you.
Thank you, Susan.

Susan, would you give me
a moment with the detective?

Okay.

You said you found my daughter's
body on the stairwell?

That's right.

You're aware that Ray's
first wife, Susan's mother,

was found the same way?

Well, now I am.

They said Susan's mom died
of a stroke.

But you don't think so?

I never had any reason
to doubt it.

So how would you, uh,
how would you characterize

your daughter's marriage?

Ups and downs.

About a year ago, Ray's business
went under.

And Becky works

for Western Airlines.

They've been downsizing
since 9/11.

It's been rough.

Yeah.

Mr. Stein, does your son-in-law
have a temper?

Do I have to answer that?

You just did.

Becky Lester, 32.
Final meal, pasta.

I can't tell you the variety
of the noodle,

but there was a white sauce
with clams.

And I found some blood
in her stomach.

Her tongue was lacerated
perimortem.

She probably chomped down on it
when she hit the stairs.

I sent a blood sample to tox

and Nick asked for
teeth impressions.

Husband claims she's a biter.

Fine line between

pleasure and pain.

But who doesn't like to cross it
every once in a while, right?

Anyway, um, I don't know

if it's probative,

but there's semen
in her vaginal vault.

Sperm motility and
positive acid phosphates

suggest intercourse
approximately

six to 12 hours prior to death.

Yeah, I'm mostly interested
in cause.

Exsanguination from
five lacerations:

Two to the forehead,
one to the right temple,

and two to the occipital bone.

Are they consistent
with a fall?

Yes, but I'd expect to see
hand fractures as a result

of the impact,
and there are none.

Are they consistent with
blunt force trauma?

Sure, but if the husband
bludgeoned her,

there'd be fractures
to the skull.

And there are none.

None.
Well...

You've given me
a lot of information, Doc,

and none of it very helpful.

You want fries with that?

Robbins said the vic
bit her tongue.

Theoretically,
she could've expirated

the blood on the wall,

providing an alternative
explanation

for the medium velocity spatter.

Do me a favor,

check it out.

Well, it looks like
two millimeters.

Same as the blood at the scene.

So, maybe itwas
just an accident.

Tried to get up,

she expirated the blood
on the wall.

She failed
to regain her footing,

impacting her temple,

and then she bounced
on her occipital bone.

So we've got two theories, both
supported by physical evidence.

Yeah, if we ever find a murder
weapon, my theory's done.

Well, I know that there was
no blood found in the car,

so it's unlikely that Ray

took a drive to dispose
of the weapon.

Hey, ready for a quiz?

Guess how Ray's first wife died?

Wait. She had a stroke
on a stairway.

Robbins told me.

Is that the autopsy report?

No, these are medical records.
There was no autopsy.

Jackie Lester had
a heart condition.

Three weeks before she died,

she was admitted
to the hospital with vertigo.

She ignored the doctor's
warnings,

didn't take her medication.

Family physician pronounced it
a stroke.

Well, if she wasn't cremated,

it's not too late for
a postmortem examination.

Judge Witherspoon is issuing
a court order for exhumation.

Now, look,
I just came from the DA.

I gotta tell you,
he's already made up his mind.

Husband and wife, home alone,
all that blood,

shaky alibi.

Plus, he says,
"He just looks guilty. "

How does one "look" guilty?

You know, I'm just a messenger.

What do you think

the chances are
he didn't do it?

Well, what do you think

the chances are

we're going to give you
an answer

before all the evidence is in?

Greg...

Becky Lester had a BAL
of point one-eight.

And I found trace
amounts of Diazepam.

Thanks!

Hey, I heard the
coroner found semen,

so I tested for birth control.

Estrogen and progesterone
levels were spiked.

Where did you hear about
the coroner's findings?

Actually, I read the report.

Maybe I don't want to be a
toxicologist my whole life.

I mean, you went from
DNA to the field,

and I guess you're kind
of a role model to me.

A role model, huh?

Yeah. By the way, where
do you get your hair cut?

Quick. How many teeth
in the human mouth?

Without wisdoms? 28.

Yep, and the 28 teeth
in Becky's mouth

do not match
the bite impressions

on her husband's body.

I guess Ray found himself

another set of pearly whites.

Look, I loved my wife.

But, a year into our marriage,

she told me that
she wasn't into sex anymore.

And, uh, she went frigid on me.

Asked me to move
into the other bedroom.

And you were okay with that?

Well, I kept hoping things
would get better.

I mean, we had fun and
we respected each other.

And she was a
great mom to Susan.

I'm still confused
about the bite marks.

I found a way to make
our relationship work.

You found yourself a vampire?

I met a girl on-line.

She liked biting.
I liked being bit.

It just seemed like a good
match, and it never got sexual.

Uh-huh.

And, uh, what is her name?

I know her as
Buffy227@gmail. com.

And your wife
never suspected anything?

We'd meet at a motel...
every few weeks.

I'd tell Becky
that I was going out for a bite.

It was consensual

and it wasn't sexual.

It was not cheating.

But you never told your wife?

I didn't tell Becky everything
I did every minute of the day,

but that doesn't mean
that I was unfaithful.

When, exactly, was the last time

that you had sexual intercourse
with your late wife?

Four years ago.

Rosy Palm and Thumbelina are
the only action that I get.

Uh, wow, you know, uh,
a joke like that

doesn't quite seem appropriate
for a distraught husband.

I'm just answering
the questions.

Mr. Lester, did you know that
your wife was having an affair?

The day that she died,
she had had intercourse.

Are we done here?

For now.

Ow... ooh.

She's hot.

But I still wouldn't
let her fang me.

No, no, I'm...
I'm with you.

Was the video encrypted?

Uh, no.

I was processing Ray's computer

and it was just sitting
on the desktop...

In a folder called
"Dental Records. "

Did you get an I.
D. on Buffy?

Grissom got us an
administrative subpoena.

ISP sent over
the subscriber information:

Dr. Jeri Cohen...
aka Buffy227...

Is a dentist.

Are you kidding me?

I could not make this stuff up.

I'm not ashamed
of my predilection.

Assuming both parties
are healthy,

biting can be orgasmic.

Huh.

Dr. Cohen, where
were you last night?

Home alone, like most nights.

Ma'am, we're here to talk about

your relationship
with Ray Lester.

Well, I wouldn't call it
a relationship, per se.

There was no sex, no commitment.

We'd meet at a motel room,
once or twice a month.

You e-mailed Ray
digital video

of your sessions together.

Ray bought me that camera
for, uh, my birthday.

It was fun.

If you say so.

The KamaSutra says

that any place on the body
that can be kissed

can also be bitten.

Except the upper lip,

the interior of the mouth,
and, of course, the eye.

It also goes on to describe

eight different ways
to bite your partner.

Ray liked "the broken cloud. "

Teeth...

Are sexual organs.

Um, Dr. Cohen, did, uh...

Did, uh...
Ray.

...Ray ever mention his wife?

He told me he was married.

It wasn't a problem for me.

He said they made
better friends

than lovers and she was a good
mother, and that's about it.

Was he violent?
Ray?

No, he was nothing like that.

See?

No bite marks.

I'm the aggressor.

Ray just lies there
and takes it.

He's a real sweetheart.

Uh, ma'am...

Would you mind
biting down on this for me?

You know I wouldn't.

They don't tell you about
this part of the job

when you're training
to become a CSI.

Come on, after five years,

at least they don't
smell anymore.

Always with the silver lining.

Right.

You ready?

Well, hello, Jackie Lester.

On three.

One... two...

THREE.

If you two don't mind...

...we'd like some alone time.

# I been watchin'
your world from afar #

# I been tryin'
to be where you are #

# And I've been
secretly falling apart #

# It seems... #

#... To me #

# You're strange
and you're beautiful #

# You'd be so perfect with me #

# But you just can't see #

# You turn every head,
but you don't feel... #

You done with your
alone time, Doc?

Just completed my prelim,
but check this out.

Subgaleal hemorrhages,
consistent with

lacerations
to the occipital bone.

So both of Ray's wives end up
dead at the bottom of the stairs

with lacerations to the head.

If my full autopsy
confirms murder,

you maybe looking at the first

serial stairway killer.

If there was a murder weapon,

it was not in that house.

We searched everywhere.

What's in the bag?

Sex lube, found
at the crime scene.

Autopsy revealed that Becky
was sexually active.

Ray claims that they've
both been celibate

for the past four years.

And you wanted to see
if her lover's prints

were on that bottle.

Two viable prints, both
in a light coat of lube.

One was Becky's and the other
is an Adam Gilford.

Work card is in the system.

He's an executive
at Western Airlines.

Lovers and coworkers.
That never works.

If Ray did find out

about the affair,
that's motive.

Of course I knew Becky Lester.

I'm her boss.
I'm the one who hired her.

Hard to believe
that was six years ago.

And it's such a tragedy.

She was loved.

By some more than others.

Excuse me?

Mr. Gilford, we know
that the two of you

were sleeping together.

Becky wasn't in love with Ray.

They'd stopped having sex.

If they divorced,
she'd owe him alimony,

and Becky didn't think
that was right.

Becky told you that?

She told me everything.

She and Ray were
living on vapors.

They'd just taken
a second on the house.

She also told me that Ray
was hiding money from her...

The insurance payout
on his first wife.

Look, if you suspect
she was murdered,

I can tell you why Ray did it.

We're listening.

At Western Airlines,
VPs and above

receive corporate
life insurance policies.

Quarter mil payouts.

Last week, a round of
pink slips went out.

We both got hit.

Two weeks, she would've
been out of here.

And the insurance
policy, suspended.

And Ray is the beneficiary.

He killed her
just in time to make a killing.

DA's planning to file charges

against Ray Lester...
tomorrow,

after an ADA stops by
the Crime Lab

for a full briefing.

That's too soon.

Tell me about the first wife.

Preliminary investigations
suggests foul play,

but we've got nothing definitive
until she's fully posted.

And the physical evidence

in Becky Lester's death
is completely ambiguous.

The DA figures he'll
make a headline while you find

corroborating evidence.

You think he's guilty, right?

I don't think that yet.

Oh, um, am I interrupting?

No. Brass just called
with a heads up.

Since when does the DA's office
tell us when we're ready?

When the case is high profile

and the DA is feeling heat
from the sheriff.

Look, you'll just walk him
through the evidence.

You won't bias your reports
or skip anything ambiguous.

It is what it is.

If the DA wants to shoot
his wad too early,

we can't stop him.

Okay.

Sarah and I may have
uncovered motive.

In the last two weeks,
Ray filled out

five loan applications.

200 G's a pop.
All denied.

With his wife dead,

he is the beneficiary
of a $250,000 policy.

Huh.

I wonder what he
needed the money for.

I was... being blackmailed.

Um, someone found
out about Buffy.

I... I got a letter
and a photo in the mail.

They wanted 200 grand or...

Otherwise...

Otherwise, they'd share

your biting secret
with your wife.

Yeah.

Our marriage
was having enough problems.

I mean, you're covered
in those bite marks.

Didn't your wife ever ask
where they came from?

She hadn't seen me naked
in a long time.

I just...
I would've been humiliated

if she found out about Buffy.

She was a great mom.

And she kept... she kept me sane
when my business went under.

You still have
the blackmail note?

Yeah. I couldn't risk
letting Becky find it.

Soon as I opened that letter,
it went right into my briefcase.

I've got the only key.

"Send $200,000
to P.O. Box 4976,

"Searchlight, Nevada, 89431

"within two weeks

or I'll send photos
to your wife. "

The P.O. box was through
a private company,

paid for in cash
with a pseudonym: Abe Lincoln.

Ninhydrin picked up
six distinct prints.

Five were matched to Ray.

What about the sixth?

Becky Lester.

Hold on.

Ray told Brass that
Becky never saw that note,

which means he was lying.

If she read the note,

then it's possible
that Ray freaked out,

bludgeoned her to death.

What if Ray's telling the truth?

Well, Catherine, if he was,

her fingerprints
would not be on this note.

Unless she touched the letter
before it was sent,

which would make her the sender.

Well, that doesn't
make any sense.

Becky thought that Ray was
squirreling away money.

Maybe this is her way
of getting her hands on it.

She used his fetish against him?

She blackmailed her own husband,
knowing that he would pay up,

so she wouldn't
find out his secret.

That's ingenious.

And really sad.

If it's true.

Well, if Becky's saliva's
on that envelope,

it's indisputable.

This is a blood clot.

Take a look.

Huh.
The blood's continuous.

Comes from deep within
the parenchyma.

The first wife had a stroke
and it was fatal.

What about
the scalp lacerations?

Perimortum.

So she must've hit her head

on the stairs on the way down.

Well, I can't tell you
about the second wife,

but this was a natural.

That's
the Western Airlines logo.

Over the past few years,
corporations have begun

embedding their insignia
into the stationery

for security purposes.

If Becky wrote the note,
she wrote it at work.

This is Catherine.

Oh, yeah. I'm on my way.

For the record, I think
you're filing prematurely.

As always,
I value your opinion.

But I'm confident in our
decision to move forward.

But, come on, Grissom,

granted the first death
was a natural...

But two dead women,
married to the same guy,

found in a stairwell?

Lightning doesn't strike
in the same place twice.

Actually, it does.

The Empire State
Building gets struck

20 times a year.

Let's just run the case.

Sorry,

I got held up.

No, you're just in time.

Ms. Willows,
would you bring

Mr. Sinclair
up to speed?

I'd be happy to.

Ray and Becky Lester

were unhappily married.

She was having an affair
with her boss, he was indulging

his biting fetish.

They were having
financial problems.

But Becky believed that Ray
was hiding money.

Two weeks ago, Ray received
a blackmail note

demanding 200 grand

or the wife finds out
about Bite Girl.

Well, we have just confirmed

that the blackmailer and
the wife are one and the same.

Based on what?

The envelope
of the ransom note.

DNA was a match.

The wife was blackmailing
the husband?

Never underestimate
the deviousness

of a malcontented spouse.

He found out and he killed her.

We don't have any evidence
to support that.

Run the timeline.

Couple got home
around 10:00 p. m.

They went outside
and had some tequila.

At 10:08,
Ray's daughter

from his first marriage phoned.

Becky went inside
to take the call.

How long did they talk?

It's not in Brass' notes.

Well, I have the phone
records here, so...

Uh, the call lasted...

Two minutes?!

I thought the husband told Nick
it was a marathon call.

Yeah, I'm just seeing this
for the first time here. Um...

The incoming call did not come
from the grandfather's house.

I'm gonna call this number.

You've reached the home office
of Ray Lester.

Please leave your details
after the beep.

Susan called her stepmother
from inside the house.

Did anybody process
that office phone?

The office was away
from the crime scene.

We, uh, checked it
for a murder weapon,

but that's about it.

I'll get an investigator
over there.

Unless you're in
too much of a hurry.

There it is.

Greg...

There's a fingerprint in blood.

Detective,

what's going on?

Mr. Stein,
where's Susan?

Is everything okay with Dad?

We have a warrant
to search your house.

A warrant?! What?

Would you both please step
outside with this officer?

Can I get my homework?

Well, uh...

Sure.

That'd be all right.

Okay.

I'm gonna need to see
inside your backpack.

It's just my books and stuff.

I'd like to see
what you're studying.

What did you hit her with?

I want to talk to my dad.

Why don't we take
a ride downtown?

You can call him from there.

Nice work.

My stepmom was a bitch.

Susan,
you're not helping.

Please, stay quiet.

Excuse me for a minute.

You know, I
guess this could explain

why Becky's skull was lacerated

and not fractured.

She wasn't strong enough.

I had to protect him.

Protect who, Susan?
Susan!

Protect your father?

Protect your father from what?

She was gonna leave him.

So that's why you killed
your stepmother,

to protect your father.

Last week, I skipped soccer
practice and came home early.

You are so damn brilliant.

I just found the digital video

and printed out the stills.

"Dental Records. "

I married a moron.

Did you check the P.
O. box today?

Empty, but he's got
another week.

Ray's whipped.

He brought up counseling again.

The idiot would die

before letting me in
on his freak-ass fetish.

My dad only married Becky
because of me.

Explain that to me.

Well, he thought I needed a mom

and that's why
he stayed with her.

Blaming herself
for the marriage.

She doesn't seem to blame
herself for ending it.

So you waited for your
granddad to go to sleep

and you snuck out of the house,

snuck back into your house,

then you called your stepmom
from your dad's telephone line.

Pretty tricky.

And then, you must've...

Hid somewhere.

I hid in the closet.

I told her we had to talk and
that I knew about her boyfriend.

Uh, hey, Dad.

Is Becky there?

Could I talk to her?

All right.

It's Susan.

Hey, babe.

Just tell Dad
you'll take the call inside

and meet me in my room.

Okay.

It's boy trouble.

I'll take this inside.

Are we done here?

Almost.
We're almost done.

You know, Susan,
there was a bloody paper towel

left in the trash.

Can you tell me about that?

I went into the kitchen
and tried to clean up.

Then I put the phone
back in my dad's office

and I walked back to Grandpa's.

Where was your father
when you killed your stepmother?

He was outside.

Asleep.

Did you catch that?

Timeline is off.

Curious.

You want to talk to the dad

and I'll call the DA?

Sure.

You knew.

What?

Your daughter killed your wife
and you knew it.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Susan attacked Becky as soon
as she went into the house.

But you admitted
to having another drink.

You would've heard the attack.

I'm sorry, but
that's what happ...

You went into the house

and found Susan wiping blood
off of her hands.

You sent her back
to her grandfather's.

You came up with a story
to tell the cops,

and then called 911.

You were protecting
your daughter.

And now she's protecting you.

You can't prove it.

Well, either way,
you have to live with it.