did he tell you a story, sit you down for a cup of tea? what. >> he leaned out the door, slapped me on the shoulder and said too bad you drove all that way, my attorney told me not to talk to you and he shut the door. >> and you got nothing. >> got nothing. >> except for a rude reception which might have told you something? >> he was a big man, 5'10", 250 pounds of steroid muscle. he bragged he was benching over 500 pounds, and i believe it, but i don't get intimidated and grew werewolf fangs when he reached out and tried to belittle me. >> nothing to do but suck it up and drive those 700 miles back home empty handed. in the meantime, sesnick got a blood clot that nearly killed him. a month after doug carlile's murder they had suspects, oh, yes, but nothing was coming together. >> coming up, finally, a clue, and it's a big one. >> the very top of the paper is