finished drying her hair, got into her car. made the short drive to that dirt road. and there, standing alongside the road, was dawn. >> how big was the gun? >> i shot her. i touched her neck and -- >> no? >> anyway i crawled the side of the truck. >> with calculated, cold precision, dawn lavender lured teresa mayfield to that dirt road. she then shot her in the back of the head, then steered her car into the brush hoping it would stay hidden for a while. >> you will have to lie on the stand. >> like poor little innocent dawnie. not the cold-blooded killer that i am. >> cold blooded killer.