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Hello?

Kill you.

By 79',
the East Area rapist moved south.

In Goleta, Santa Barbara
we see the next attack.

I know that it's
the same person.

The killer's pleasure
was derived

from raising the stakes.

Michelle ultimately came up with

the name Golden State Killer.

It was her first
major piece of writing.

That story exploded.

I said that I would represent
that book,

if she wanted to turn it
into one.

The hope is that by
having greater public attention,

the right person will
give the right tip.

What was I thinking last night?

I let myself get drunk
and fall into a trap...

but with a married man
with children?

I did not want that to happen.

It's far from being
an isolated incident.

Several thousand people
have died

since the start of the troubles
between Protestant Unionists

- and Roman Catholic...
- I live in this house

with five troubled
men and women,

providing a sort of counseling
role model type of support.

...the latest in
a line of bomb attacks
on Northern Ireland towns.

After about a month in Belfast,

my boss's behavior changed
from calming any fears I had

about potentially
dangerous scenarios...

to something more serious.

He talked wistfully
about managing bands in London,

leopard skin pants,

his perpetually aggrieved wife.

I let him press against me.

While I was alarmed
and distressed by his behavior,

he was also my supervisor,

and he had created it
so I was very dependent on him.

I'm going home,

or at least away from here.

Again, good morning,
ladies and gentlemen.

I'd like to welcome you
back on board flight...

You hate me, right?

- I'm sorry?
- No, I'm kidding. We're buds.

But I'm the Vice President's
Chief of Staff.

You know,
you came to see him directly,

I didn't know
you were coming, so...

Oh, I'm sorry...

As a writer,
I know that the one thing

you don't say to a friend
who's working on a book is,

"How's the book going?"

But I just wanted
to just check in

and see how she was doing
and was she coming to the city

any time soon,

so I said, "Hey. How's it going?

I really miss you."

Then I see her note pop up.

Writing your first book
is really hard.

But she was great.

And she was really hard-working.

So I wasn't really that worried.

As the months
and months went by,

her deadline coming closer,

she wasn't done
or really close to being done.

Let me see if I have
anything else in here from her.

I know that there were deadlines
that she missed.

And I remember her being
very, very worried about that,

and I'm like,
"Call your agent right now,

and he will tell you,
everyone misses their deadline."

The deadlines were things
she put on herself.

You know,
"I want to be reliable.

I want to be a professional."

She was a perfectionist.

And she was doing
two things at once.

She was writing a book,

and she was trying
to solve a case.

The fact that these two things
were combined,

that's not a typical
writing experience.

Oh, here's one.

Hi, Daniel...

"...Santa Barbara Hotel.

I left my hotel exactly twice."

The writing is going well.

I can turn in another
big batch of pages,

but I personally feel
it's too soon to deliver it

as a final manuscript.

"And as I've told you
on a personal level,

I can't continue at this pace
with this material.

My gut says that I should
come to New York City soon..."

...soon,
to meet with you and Jennifer.

I can share with you guys
a few developments

that are exciting.

I do remember that last time

when she was in New York
in December of 2015.

Oh, hi.

Thank you so much
for talking to me.

This has been, uh...

And I think
Michelle was a little nervous.

So she came fully prepared.

She had a presentation.

She was, um,
had all the reasons lined up.

Through various
twists and turns,

pleas and persuasion,

I'm being allowed to go down

to the Orange County
Sheriff's Department

and enter their EAR/ONS room,

a room which apparently
hasn't been entered in years.

It's an obvious opportunity
to help advance the case.

She said this huge
treasure trove of files

was going to be handed to her.

And there was no way
she wasn't gonna go through it.

I think we sort of went
back and forth

and debated the pros and cons,

but it pretty quickly
was clear that

we all kinda thought,
like, yeah,

give... you know, take the time.

Okay, well, I will not take up

any more of your time.
You... This has been awesome.

It was partially the case,

but it was also
partially Michelle

and how she just enlisted people

to her cause
and to her passion for it.

In retrospect,
I... I wonder if she knew

that she was a little consumed,
and that maybe...

maybe part of her wanted
an artificial deadline

to... to be set.

But I was so curious about what
she was gonna find out next.

You had this sense

that you were going down
this dark corridor,

and there were more
and more doors opening faster,

and that she was gonna
get through the last one,

like it was a matter of time.

Six, five, four,

three, two, one!

Happy New Year!

And good morning to you.

The new year is upon us.

Happy New Year to everyone.
Thanks for...

- Now?
- Yeah.

"When I was little,

even young boys
were expected to work.

- All least..."
- Also.

"...Also loved animals."

Feeling Xanaxy without a Xanax.

When Michelle suggested
that we motorcade into Santa Ana

in two separate SUVs

with the expectation
that we would be leaving

with the motherlode,
as we dubbed it,

from the Orange County
Sheriff's Department,

um, you know, I was skeptical.

Law enforcement agencies
don't just let private citizens

take what they want.

I don't necessarily
think we'll be allowed

to pull off my heist-like plan.

But I'd like to be prepared
for the possibility.

Honestly, I feel like
this is the best chance

of solving the case.

We met the homicide investigator

who had inherited the case
from Larry Pool.

And Michelle chatted with him
for about 40 minutes.

And I could feel
the energy in the room shift

from kinda
smug skepticism to awe.

Then he led us to the box room.

The unsolved section
of a property room

is tainted with disappointment.

Fringed purse.

Embroidered tunic.

Items from lives defined
by violent death.

It's the to-do list
that's never done.

Now, it seemed that the weather
in the property room,

always an oppressive gray,
had lifted,

and light beamed down

on the monotony
of cardboard boxes.

Everyone basked
in the possibilities.

It was a heady feeling,

the idea that one could reverse

the flow of power.

As we're loading
the Bankers boxes

into the backs of the SUVs,

the undersheriff appears.

And he had no idea
what was unfolding.

And Michelle was like, you know,
"Let... Let's pick up the pace

and get out of here before
people change their minds."

Dammit.

It really felt like a heist.

The problem
with a case like this is that

there's very little
that has been known for sure

about this offender.

We knew that he's a white male

born sometime
between 1940 and 1960.

The height
seems pretty consistent.

We knew that he was
roughly five-nine, five-ten...

He's anywhere from
five-eight to maybe five-ten.

The shoe size
is nine and a half.

...and was
in the Sacramento area

in the mid to late '70s.

Everything else has just been
an unknown variable

and a possible

and the most significant
of those was Visalia.

Hello. I'm Scott Devenney

and for the next few minutes,
I invite you to visit

one of America's
hardest working cities,

as you discover Visalia.

In the town of Visalia,

there was this ransacker

who I mean just down
to the strangest details

totally mirrors
the... the East Area Rapist.

If you look
at the Visalia cases,

they're very much
things that he did

in all his rape cases.

He took trinkets

that would be more
of something personal

and close to a victim.

There were many times

where valuables
were left behind.

And the burglaries are all...

They have one earring
taken sometime...

Just very specific things
that are very quirky.

Both offenders used
the same specific phrase

in phone calls they made
to victims,

which was, um, "I'm going
to come over and fuck you."

The Visalia Ransacker
was really into

going through lingerie.

He would take out and leave it
just sort of arrayed around.

So, you know,
it could be a coincidence,

it's a mighty coincidence though
if it's not him, I think.

I never was

a hundred percent
he wasn't Visalia

or 100 percent he was.

But these numerous burglaries

and peepings

and masturbation

and just that type of behavior,

I do think could have led
to his real fantasy,

which was rape.

And I also think

that the only reason
he left Visalia

is because, um,
Bill McGowen saw him.

...where tennis shoe impressions
had been observed

under the bedroom window.

McGowen waited.

A figure appeared
in the garage doorway

and looked around.

A chase ensued.

But the suspect escaped.

A month later, Detective McGowen
was hypnotized.

Okay, um...

The hypnotist quietly
encouraged McGowen to relax.

Legs were uncrossed,

fists unclenched,

breathing deepened.

When McGowen
fired a warning shot,

the suspect gestured
in surrender.

"Oh my God, don't hurt me,"
he squeaked

in an oddly mannered,
high pitched voice.

"See, my hands are up!"

Remembering the moment
during hypnosis

pulled McGowen
into a deeper trance.

He fixated
on the face illuminated

in the beam of his flashlight.

"Baby, round,

soft-looking baby.

Doesn't even shave.

Very light skin."

McGowen started over the fence
to arrest him,

but the Ransacker had raised

only his right hand
in surrender.

With his left hand,

he withdrew
a blue steel revolver

from his coat pocket.

I fell down, uh, the...
The impact knocked me back

and, uh...

the, uh, projectile went
into the end of my flashlight,

which is a Kel-Lite,
the big metal one,

and, uh, it went through
several batteries

and lodged in the back portion
of the flashlight.

The Ransacker struck
as many as 130 times

over a period
of less than two years.

But once the composite sketch
based on Bill McGowen's run-in

with the Ransacker
was released to local press,

he never struck Visalia again.

The EAR series began
in Sacramento

just six months later.

The article suggests a link

between the East Area Rapist
and Visalia.

But at the Sacramento
Sheriff's Department,

the information
is branded as false

and the Visalia
Police Department

is being labeled
as irresponsible

for suggesting that connection.

I just don't put a lot
of stock in that composite.

He was wearing a mask
and the guy was taking it off

when he kind of shot at him.

Well,
there's other burglary victims

- that saw the Ransacker.
- Okay.

And so they took that composite

to those other victims
and they said,

"Yeah, that's the guy I saw."

So, it kind of gives
further credence

- this was the Ransacker.
- I see. I see.

Now, the very first EAR

sees the EAR standing
in her doorway

and he's nude
from the waist down

and she goes, "He's slim built."

Broad-shouldered,
well-proportioned,

but slim.

So, six months
after Visalia Ransacker,

- and now he's a skinny guy?
- Mm-hmm.

There can only be
so many white males

born between these years

who have connections
to these towns,

so really it is
kind of just get...

Winnowing it down, you know.

Have your feelings changed
over the years about sort of

what brought him to all these
different places, work wise?

What about real estate?

Will you be surprised
if he doesn't have a record?

I will.

Do you feel like
he was thinking like a cop?

I'm not sure if I'm reading
too much into that.

I've heard that the whole
dishes thing was something

that may have happened
in Vietnam,

so I, you know, I'm not sure
he wasn't a vet

- or something like that.
- Right. Wow.

Yeah.

One of the, um, things

that the rape victims tell me
that he did a couple times

which just is so weird to me,

is after the rape
he would go into the corner

- and start sobbing and, um...
- Yes.

He would say,
"Bonnie is gonna hate me,"

- or that type of thing.
- Yeah.

That must have just been
some kind of thing with him.

Yeah.

And I don't even know
what that could be, but yeah.

I read about a case every day
that's solved by DNA

and it's just some guy
who just is living quietly

for the last 25 years
of his life,

he met some woman that liked him
and had ki...

You know, I would...
I just won't be surprised

if it turns out, um,
that he's compartmentalized

this part of his life
or something.

Oh, hey, Mish. It's Mary Rita.

We're flying into LA so, um,

wanted to see
if you guys were around.

So just call me whenever.

Thanks. Bye.

In March, I took my two kids

to LA for spring break.

And she was so excited
that we were there.

First, she got the 23andMe.

She's talking about our DNA.

And she was so excited.
And she's going through her...

All the results and telling
my kids about everything.

You guys know what 23andMe is?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

I did it like four years ago.

I get an email
about every week that says,

"Hey, we found
your second cousin.

We found..." whatever.

The chances that someone
in his greater family are...

Is in 23andMe is pretty high.

So, she started
to talk about the case,

and she said, "You guys want
to see the boxes?"

She just poured out all these...

details about the case

and how excited she was,

and all you did was hope
that she could solve it.

I remember her
slowing down the writing,

because she couldn't write

until she went through
all of this stuff.

And I'm not sure
if I heard from her again

after that.

Every available hour
from late January of 2016

until April 21, 2016, was spent

reviewing or interacting with
our new acquisition.

The motherlode.

It's beyond
a treasure trove of info.

I have to think there's at least
an 80 percent chance

his name is buried
in here somewhere.

We were following ideas

and suspects
and theories and leads

or, uh, she would spot something

that wasn't
thoroughly investigated

or not followed up on.

There was material in there

that us other investigators
had never seen.

And so,
as she came across material

that she thought was relevant,
she did share that.

So now,
I'm looking at who this guy is.

And I told Michelle,
"Yeah, you know, right now,

I can't eliminate him, at all."

So, Michelle was saying,
"We gotta get his DNA."

I was like, "Absolutely."

I can't even tell you,

when you see something
that you're looking for,

how far down
the rabbit hole you go.

I mean, I can't believe
some of the things I've done,

to tell you the truth.

Have you ever
interacted with anyone

that you thought
might be a suspect, like...?

Yes, I actually got DNA
on the suspect.

You... You yourself did?

Yes, and I know the suspect.

Oh my gosh.

'Cause he was someone who, like,

you went to high school with
or something?

- I dated him.
- Wow.

I happened to know a guy

who was on the suspect list

and I talked him into coming
into Sacramento.

And so we have lunch.

I'm thinking I'm gonna
bag the silverware,

but I'm like,
I can't get the silverware

without him seeing me.

So, I say, "Well, why don't you
let me drive you home?"

And so, I put him in the car,
and he had a bottle of water.

And I go, "Can I have
the last sip of that water?"

And I took it and kept it

and turned it in
to be DNA tested.

Wow.
Did he live in any of the areas?

Oh, my gosh!

Um...

Yeah, I spend
three to four hours a day

on this case.

- I have five kids.
- Right.

My sixth grandchild
is due any second,

and, um, I mean,
I just have a really full life,

but I'm consumed with this case.

I've had an uneasy realization

about how our frenetic searching

mirrors the compulsive behavior
of the one we seek.

The trampled flower beds.

Scratch marks on window screens.

Crank calls.

We glimpse the rough outline
of what we seek,

and we get snagged on it,

sometimes remaining stuck

when we could get free
and move on.

- My song...
- Wait, wait, wait.

One, two, three.

This is my song
that I want to show you.

That I learned from, uh...

Wow.

Hey, Michelle. How are you?

I wanted to just go over
the placement of the tree

in the rear portion of the yard.

Hey, Michelle.
I wanted to talk to you

about the pool basically.

It's discharging water
over to the property behind you.

Hey, it's Patton.

Alice got off to school okay.

Thank you for, uh, helping.

Good morning,
Michelle. It's Mel.

I believe it was number 21.

Hi, Michelle.
Investigator Larry Pool.

There's nothing there to hide.

I understand you want to speak
with me about Janelle Cruz.

Uh, more than happy
to speak with you.

I'll, uh, I'll try again later.

Probably about ten o'clock
your time. Thank you. Goodbye.

The killer's last known victim

was an 18-year-old young woman
in Irvine

named Janelle Cruz.

That was in 1986.

Yeah. It's hard to figure out.

The Janelle Cruz case
was very interesting to us.

You know, being 18 years old

and just so innocent
and so young.

Janelle!

She... You know,
I was a teenager

- around the same time.
- Say something!

And I... I'd just... even looking
at her hairstyles and stuff,

it's very familiar to me.

Walk to me, Janelle.

The brief life of Janelle Cruz

was no less tragic
than her death.

Her biological father
was long out of the picture.

When she was 15,
she was drugged and raped.

The crime went unreported.

On May 3rd, 1986,
her mother and stepfather

left for a vacation to Cancun.

The following evening,
a teenage coworker

hung out with Janelle
after she told him

she was lonely
with her parents out of town.

A noise outside startled them.

Janelle looked out her window
and closed the shutters.

"I think it's just the cats."

The workmate left
a short time later.

In the Janelle Cruz case,

relative to the previous cases,
there's a lot of similarities.

And it appears that he,
of course,

is going through the backyard.

He picked up the weapon,
likely a monkey wrench

that was present
in the backyard.

He's able to get inside...

and then he binds her up
and she's raped

and then she's bludgeoned.

It's important to point out

that when he attacks
Janelle Cruz,

the Golden State Killer's
previous attack

was five years earlier

in July of 1981.

Knowing what I know
about this man,

if I had a gun,
I definitely would shoot him.

And I would not shoot to injure,

I would shoot
to take care of him.

I believe that he wants to kill,

and he will kill.

The interesting thing
about Janelle's case

is the gap between '81 and '86.

He obviously was stopping
for whatever reason.

It wasn't just
that he saw Janelle

and was like,
"I'm gonna kill her."

I think there was a combination
of, like,

she was gonna be
his next victim,

and I think it must've been some
sort of precipitating stressor,

and who knows what that was.

Maybe he just got kicked out
of his house or something,

you know, lost his job.

He was just obviously
very, very angry.

And, yeah, it's just...
It's... it's... it's just a very,

very sad story, and, um...

and you can just only hope
that somehow, in her life...

Like in that time period
around when she died,

maybe there is a clue
of, you know,

maybe she...
Something she said or...

So, you know, looking
into her life in that way

is interesting to me, yeah.

Have you seen the,
um, the interview

that... with Janelle's mom?

I mean, she kind of talks,
stream of consciousness

in a way that I thought,

"Someone who is an investigator
should listen to this."

- Janelle...
- MICHELLE:

...was kind of a shy girl.

She was very pretty,
very popular.

But at the same...

Anyway, uh, this one night
I let her stay overnight

at her girlfriend's house.

She came home the next day,
cr... uh, crying and...

And she wouldn't tell me why
right away,

but the man, the father
of the young girl,

uh, raped her.

Right. Right. Yeah.

- They... They...
- No, but I mean...

Yeah. Oh, they...

- Yeah, I mean...
- No, I...

I had a similar...

Mm-hmm.

I catch myself in urban mirrors,

store windows,
the smudged glass on the train.

Each time, I look dazed,

slightly wide-eyed,

as if I'm seeing something
unbelievable for the first time.

The neediness
of his stubby fingers

digging inside me.

The scene in Linen Hall Library,

burning eyes staring at me.

The conversation with Mom
and Dad really tore me apart.

I know they care immensely
and want what's best for me.

I just think sometimes,

they don't know
what's going on inside me.

I'm so angry, and then I'm not.

I'm so sad
and full of self-doubt,

and then I'm not.

Where...
Where can this all lead?

A year and a few months past,

uh, the attack,
we had sold the house.

And we decided to get married
in the backyard of...

Of the new house
when the landscaping was put in.

So, we just had a small wedding,

with just a few close family
and friends.

Bob is huge on moving forward
and moving on.

And that was good for me
to have somebody to grab my hand

and say
we were gonna move forward,

and we were gonna move past this

and we were not gonna let it
destroy our life.

On the other hand,
I actually had been suffering

a lot of post-traumatic
stress symptoms.

I just was afraid
and exhausted all the time,

but I wasn't formally diagnosed
for about six years.

And the psychiatrist said,

you know,
my central nervous system has...

Has been rewired
because of the trauma

that I experienced
during those hours.

You don't live your life
the same way again, ever.

Um...

you know, I'm sure you've had
your times of depression,

but you handle it
much better than me.

I wouldn't say that.
I just handle it differently.

I remember in a mediation,

a... a attorney called
my client a liar,

and it was in a court mediation
and I just flipped out.

I just stood up and pinned
the guy against the wall.

I guess, then I was in...
I felt maybe I was in control.

But when you think
about what she went through,

she went through
a lot more than I went through

and then it's...
Uh, but the bad part

is I could do nothing about it,
you know.

That's the...
That's the only thing.

That's...

But I still think about it,
you know.

You know, you want
to protect your wife,

you want to protect your kids,
but sometimes you can't.

Well, for, you know...
You may have those feelings,

but in the past 40 years,
you've more than made up...

...for... for taking,
you know, extra care of me

at times when I'm sure other men
probably would've walked away.

So...

You learn to live
with these things

just like you learn to live
with the loss of a loved one,

and you pass through stages
and hopefully you recover.

And you become
a fully functioning human being

with a happy life.

I mean, I wanted
to be super wealthy one day

and she wanted to be the top
of a construction company

and we just decided
that we could start a family

and, you know,
take a different approach.

So we dialed back
and I stayed home ten years.

So, we started out with one,
and it grew to three.

And finally, to four.
Family of six.

And, uh, all the kids

have brought
great gifts to our lives.

Happy birthday, sweet sister.

I hope you're having a good day.

Hey, Mish. It's Margo.

Calling to wish you
a very happy birthday.

I love ya.
Hope everything's going well.

Hey,
Aunt Michelle. It's Patrick.

I just wanted to say
happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday, beautiful.

And I hope you're having
a great night

doing something fun
with your family.

I love you
very, very, very much.

Bye, baby.

Look, see, she knows
what she's talking about.

She... wait. She don't know.

No, no, no.
He looks nervous and scared.

Yeah. And he's like...

She was still
very much a mom and a wife

and a friend.

But the further
she got into this,

it was clear that she had
a real shot at solving this.

Hi, Mom. Call you later.

Little Dom's
and old police files.

Miss you guys so much.

Remember to tell Alice
Mommy loves her

and can't wait to be finished
with her book,

so that I can be with her more
than she'll ever want me to be.

That can really pull you

into some depths that you can't
get yourself back out of.

Holy mother of God.

I came across a shitload
of photos in my boxes.

A whole shoebox full.

Fucking monster.

I'd never seen
the Smith scene in Ventura.

Bludgeoned with a log

from firewood pile
outside house.

Bark everywhere.

But I will say,
crime scene wise,

there is something very striking
about how eerily similar

the individual crime scenes are.

There's something so, um...

uh, I can't... I wish
I could articulate it,

the way he... he walks
around people's houses

and the way he destroys them.

And sort of hangs out and eats.

That's why I just don't think
this is like pure sexual sadism.

I think
there was something else,

you know,
going on there psychologically.

It's so, um, king... "I am king"
and how, you know, this is...

He just... it's so...
It's so unusual to have someone

who just actually wants
to ruin your home,

where it's like so...
It's like he got

to the emotional center
of people's lives

and just wanted to destroy that.

Hey, it's, uh, it's Patton.

Try to call me in, like,
uh, ten minutes

'cause I'm kinda
falling asleep here.

I'd love to talk to you.

It was a lot
of sleeplessness and insomnia.

There must have been days
where she was, like,

"I'll take Adderall
in the morning.

I'll take, you know, Xanax
and Vicodin to get to sleep

because I'm...
This is for a better...

This is for a bigger purpose
than me."

But if you wanna
just run through, I...

- I don't mind.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
No, totally. Yeah.

So, uh, the night before

CSI released the house...

Mm-hmm.

...I really wasn't allowed
to get anywhere near it.

Right.

Um, they called and said, "Okay,

you know,
we're releasing the home,

so now you guys can go in
and... and basically clean up.

Because at the time,
they didn't have companies

that specialized in crime scenes

and... and biohazard things
and things like that.

And I felt a responsibility
to my brother

to make this crime scene
no longer a crime scene.

Let's turn it back into a home.

And, uh...

Oh, wow.

We went into the bedroom
and took a look around,

and it wasn't a pretty sight.

You know,
it's not the kinda thing

you want to remember
if you don't have to.

He had a very intricate
brass bed,

which took a long time to clean
because there was,

you know,
blood spatter everywhere.

And on the carpet
and the wall behind it.

Mm-hmm.

And we cleaned it up
as well as we could.

And this is before
David has seen it.

So, yeah, you're protecting
him from it, yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

When we finally left the house

and everything was done,

the autopilot was almost
turned off, if that makes sense.

And the rush of emotion,
it just overwhelmed me.

My thoughts were of my brother
and of my sister-in-law.

And I have no idea why,
to this day I don't,

but at that very moment,
I mourned for my dad.

Wow. Oh, my gosh.

- And he...
- MICHELLE:

You know, it's one
of those things, and I...

It's hard to say.
We really don't know.

- Yeah, yeah.
- But, um,

it kinda all hit us
like a ton of bricks, obviously.

- Yeah.
- He says, come here...

Right.

- Oh. Oh, Drew. Gosh.
- And so...

Oh, my God.

I... I never...

Oh, God.

- Yeah.
- So... It's not easy.

It's not easy for anybody.

Gonna kill you.

Gonna kill you.

Gonna kill you.

If you commit a murder
and then vanish,

what you leave behind
isn't just pain,

but absence.

A supreme blankness
that triumphs

over everything else.

The unidentified murderer
is always twisting a doorknob

behind a door that never opens.

But his power evaporates
the moment you know him.

Okay.

Letter to an Old Man.

You were your approach.

The thump against the fence.

A temperature dip from
a jimmied-open patio door.

A blade at the base of the neck.

Your fantasies ran deep,

but they never tripped you up.

Not me.

I think you bailed
when the world began to change.

It's true,
age must have slowed you.

But your heyday prowess
has no value anymore.

Virtual windows are opening
all around you.

You, the master watcher,
are an aging,

lumbering target
in their crosshairs.

A ski mask won't help you now.

One day soon, you'll hear a car
pull up to your curb,

an engine cut out.

You'll hear footsteps
coming up your front walk.

The doorbell rings.

No side gates are left open.

You're long past
leaping over a fence.

Take one of your hyper,
gulping breaths,

clench your teeth, inch timidly
toward the insistent bell.

Open the door,
show us your face.

Walk into the light.

I... I need
an ambulance here right now.

An EMT team right now.

Okay, sir, listen to me.

We're gonna send you help. Okay?

How old is your wife?

I'm calling
from this address right now.

Please, please send
the ambulance right now.

Sir, I'm sending you
help there now. Okay?

Help is on the way. Stay on...

I remember
being very frightened.

I did that thing where
I close my eyes

and I try to will this
as a nightmare,

and then it just wasn't.

We didn't know for months
what killed Michelle.

In the true crime community,
her death was unbelievable.

One of the first things
I thought was

that book has to get finished.

Patton was like,
"We're already on it."

I wanted to take care of
this person for her whole life.

This book was
my last opportunity

to take care of something
for her.

And then there was the case.

I just lost
my investigative partner.

I reached out to
this genetic genealogist.

We've got a third cousin match.

Things snowballed from there.

I've got all this stuff that's
adding up that he's the guy.

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