and her friends. she was extremely outgoing. a wonderful life that came to a tragic and on one warm summer night. i hear a very weird scream. her life had ended, but our story was just beginning. her killer hadn t been caught. i remember one detective saying to me, you just have to wait till because again. but the trail grew cold. the file forgotten, until decades later, someone dusted it off. the whole goal of these cases was to try and see the thing that s hiding in plain sight. there were clues. a mysterious weapon made of wire, the wedding invitation, a midnight sale to know where. where they enough to catch a killer? i was 100 percent confident that it was our guy. now, the showdown a determined prosecutor against a famed defense lawyer, who helped set ogs in free. i m on the right side. after 35 years, it was finally time for justice. it s been a long journey. he was alone in his makeshift workshop. had to be, for what he intended. carefully
wait till because again. but the trail grew cold. the file forgotten, until decades later, someone dusted it off. see the thing that s hiding in plain sight. there were clues. a mysterious weapon made of wire, the wedding invitation, a midnight sale to know where. where they enough to catch a killer? i was 100 percent confident now, the showdown a determined prosecutor against a famed defense lawyer, who helped set ogs in free. i m on the right side. after 35 years, it was finally time for justice. it s been a long journey. in this makeshift workshop, had to be for what he intended. carefully, got the lengths of a two of them. just a few inches each, sand them down, joe the whole in each one. he found a piece of wire, he doubled it for strength. his perfect weapon for his perfect crime. outside, in the sunshine, it was the summer of 1979. aides hadn t happened to us to, north of the internet, nor did cell phones, norway to re-dna. all of those
sister and 35 years of deep suspicion beginning with would ve bradford didn t do. at the time, did you notice that one acknowledgment of condolence was conspicuously absent. absolutely. not a phone call. nothing. not a card from doug bradford. richard frank, linda s last love interest, testified about the day he said he saw doug bradford fly into a rage just after linda dropped him. nobody had ever really seen him violent. and i had. we came to the sliding glass
and couldn t help but see the veritable gallery of oil paintings hung around the house. normal revealed that the artist was her. she loved to paint, and both her late husband and dog took pride in framing, hanging them. she had one room that was basically a small museum of her paintings. to the paintings hold a clue? wallace certainly turn our collector and decided to take a few of them to the police station. and then they went out to norman s garage. all kinds of old stuff flying around. looks like nobody had thrown anything away for quite awhile. and it tucked away in the corner, there they were. we found a number of wouldn t owls, and none of them were painted. a broom handle. we collected it. who would ve believed it? almost 30 years later, it
is the week of the murder. the fact that there s nobody whoever reserves to vote for a post sunset sail, except for one person, doc bradford, on the night of the runner. now that could be useful evidence. certainly weekend doug s alibi. but, conviction material? no. as for possible dna, there was all that blood splattered around the apartment, when those two seem insane rules. with dna testing now available, could they connect something of the crime scene to doug bradford? they went out and got samples from all the boyfriends. including, of course, dog, who served with another search warrant. this time, seeking a swathe of his saliva. this is an opportunity for us to say, hey, if you re not the guy, but just move on with it. i thought that had already been determined. from all of linda s old lovers. none of them match the dna from the crime scene, including doug bradford.