an unspeakable site. when i started up the stairs, there was blood on the walls. it was a very brutal crime scene. it was one of the worst i have ever seen. a loving couple dead. was the killer one of the family? they said, they arrested matt. and i said, who? and he said, our cousin mapped. and blew it away but this case was not solved. one tiny clue did not fit at all. the inscription said that love always who is blind and who is the trail would leave hundreds of miles away to a chilling piece of evidence. that must have been a shocker to have it pretty much sends a chill down your spine. i killed someone. he was older. i loved him. he was scary. as soon as the story, but not even it revealed the whole twisted truth. i know what happened that no one will believe me. this really happening i didn t feel i could feel so much anger. it was late past midnight, when the farmhouse no sign of life. not to them, anyway. he hit
a second search of the car, by the way, the first by an officer turned up nothing. this was blood from the murder victim, wayne stock, how did it get there? it was the fbi that started asking that question. none of sampson or livers, handled the case, csi chief david cofield himself and after months of digging the fbi concluded co-filled must have planted that swipe of blood himself, phony evidence. to nail down a shaky case. it was a bombshell. david co-full division commander of the csi unit in douglas county nebraska was indicted on for federal charges including falsifying records and violating live hours and sampson civil rights. he pleaded not guilty to all charges, defiantly told reporters he would rather go to prison then resign.