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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.