after all, hadn t the head of csi, david kofoed found a blood sample that tied them to the crime? it must have seemed to you as if they were letting two murderers back on the street. that was the way i felt. it did seem like they were just letting them go, but i guess nobody knew any different. reporter: in fact, some of the investigators remained convinced sampson or livers or both had to be involved somehow. they didn t buy the notion that two drug-addled teenagers just happened to stumble on the place by pure chance in the dark. and anyway, fester, remember, said the main shooter, the guy that led them to the farm was a local named thomas, with whom fester had been communicating by phone before the murder. but detectives could find no
that i can t go back and fix. reporter: the truth about that night? here it is, said jessica. she and fester, days without sleep or real food, have been driving aimlessly through wisconsin, iowa, nebraska, breaking into homes along the way. in one, she, too, grabbed a shotgun, so on easter night there they were both armed, drugged and wired when they drove down another back road completely at random. and greg said stop. and at what turned out to be the stock farmhouse, in they went. greg was like, follow me real quick. so i followed him and we went upstairs and when i turned around, greg had turned on a light in the room. and i seen this guy laying in the bed. and i said, come on, let s go, let s do something. because there was people there. reporter: what was the
me because i know the truth. greg blew a guy s head off. and he shot a hole through the lady s face. reporter: there, she d said it. it was greg fester who killed the stocks. but why would she then write that note? greg killed someone. he was older. i loved it. i wish i could do it all the time. if greg doesn t watch it, i m going to leave one day and go do it myself. you re in a lot of trouble, young lady. i didn t kill this guy, though! i didn t have a gun! how am i supposed to kill somebody without a gun? i watched greg do it. i didn t kill anybody. i m not kidding. i did not kill anybody. i promise you guys this. you know what? 17 years old and you have just thrown the rest of your life away. that she had enjoyed it. okay. i ll tell you guys like i liked the adrenaline of it. i know you did it. i didn t like what caused the adrenaline rush. but i liked the adrenaline rush. reporter: that s a real shocker for you. you don t run into that in this little town too oft
suspected thieves. there were two of them. the guy was greg fester, age 19, with a history of drug use, suicide attempts, anger issues. fester was on probation for weapons and disorderly conduct convictions. greg was a little odd. he seemed a bit slow. just didn t seem to grasp things quite as well as a typical person. reporter: fester s alleged accomplice was a 17-year-old named jessica reid. a former honor roll student and cheerleader turned troubled teen after a divorce. she d become mixed up with drugs and, by extension, fester. not exactly master criminals, were they? no. not by any sense of the word. two teenagers from wisconsin whacked out on drugs and not knowing what the hell they were doing. out of control. reporter: but the detective had no idea just how out of control these two had been. or where their stolen truck had taken them.
good. so i cruised down because obviously that guy s up there killing somebody. i don t want to stick around and have to deal with this [ bleep ]. excuse my language. i m sorry. but i don t know what happened up there. reporter: then with that off her chest, jessica looked at the photo of nick the man she claimed was the mastermind of the murder. it sounds really dumb, but i wish he wouldn t have been a murderer. why? he s really hot. why do the hot ones got to be the dumb ones? reporter: it evaporated in a jail cell. while detectives focus next on jessica s partner in crime, greg fester. conned me into going with her. reporter: it was all jessica s idea, said fester, stealing the truck, the ridiculous trip across the