So, six months ago there's a robbery, six months ago you skipped town, six months ago there
was also two murders. Start talking. What do you want me to say? Well, you could start
at the beginning. Well, it's just about ten o'clock. I'm trying to make my move finally.
Set out, put a cigarette, start walking down the alley. So, a woman just came to herself
on a problem, tossed the bug, pulled down my mask, walked in. As I was in the store everything
was just like autopilot. Smash the cases, grab the loot, make a run for it. Saw one
big man coming back, holding coffee. Looked like he might have had a gun. Just ran right
behind. Turned around, saw two shots coming up. They were both wild. Squeezed two times,
saw him drop. Then he wasn't going to get up. Second guard fell, kept running. You murdered
both of them. Yeah, I killed them both. Why'd you do it? Put a lot of money. I think we
got everything we need. It was safe to say that our guy wasn't exactly a professional.
He had left the witness at the scene. A witness that I need to talk to if I was going to get
a clear picture of the events. Hello. Hi, Ms. Brooks. Yes, this is Jay. This is Detective
Marx. I found your number from the police report on a robbery that happened six months
ago and I wanted to know if I could spare a few minutes of your time to talk about that
case and what you remember. A robbery? I think you have the wrong person. Well, I mean, the
police report lists you as being on the scene and having talked to an officer right after
it happened. And this is pretty serious because there were murders. I think you must have
the wrong number. I don't remember anything like that. You're sure? Yeah. Well, all right.
Thank you for your time. Six months on from the event, she'd tried so hard to forget that
it actually worked. I could have pressed her harder. I could have explained to her that
she actually was a witness to a murder. But I thought it'd be better to just let her live
in peace. I needed a new line of investigation. Hey, Ms. Belvin? Yeah. Hi, Detective Marx.
Nice to meet you. I wanted to ask you some questions regarding the robbery that happened
a few months ago. We have a suspect in custody, but some things aren't sitting right with
me and I wanted to get a, you know, fuller picture. Sure. Yeah. Well, it was about closing
time, so it must have been around 10 o'clock. I have two guards, James and Russell, and
I sent Russell to go get me some coffee, which he does. When this guy came in, all in black
wearing a ski mask, and he broke a bunch of cases, stole some of the more expensive pieces
and put them in his bag. And then he went out and I saw him go up the street. I saw Russell
begin to run after the man, but he ran in front of James, just as James raised his
gun. From where I stood, I saw that James accidentally shot Russell in the back. I
waited a minute to make sure it was safe outside, and I saw both of them on the ground. I thought
both of them were dead. And then a few days later, I heard that Russell had survived, but
I haven't heard from him since. You're saying that Russell was alive? Yeah. Shouldn't the
police know that? That was in no report. Do you have any information for that guard on
file? Well, his full name is Russell Baker, but the address that he has on file, I went
to go visit and it didn't really seem like anyone was home, or I lived there for a while.
That's fine. The full name is enough for me. Thank you so much. I've got to go. At that
point, the confusion was mounting. The robber told me he killed two men, but the shop owner
just told me that one of her guards was alive. Why would he admit to a murder that he didn't
commit? I needed to find Russell to understand what really happened.
How's it going? Thanks for having me. How do you see? As you may have heard, the robber
from six months ago is now in custody. We can call this case any moment now, but I kind
of have a feeling something more is going on here, which is why I'm here. I want to
get your son's story, your full perspective. Sure, I can do that. I don't remember it all
perfectly well. It's somewhat fragmented. I was coming back from my coffee break and
a man approached James, who was at the front. They shared some sort of interaction. The
man went in and James looked up at me and his look just seemed off. So I continued in
direction of the store and a few moments later, the robber exited with a ski mask on and contents
in his bag. So I proceeded to pursue him on foot. He turns around, shoots me. The last
thing I remember is hitting the pavement. So I want to place this in clear terms. You're
suggesting that the other guard may be in on this? You know, I'm not sure exactly what
was going on. I can only be sure of what I saw. It did seem as if something was off,
though. They must have been. I don't know. I don't know. Nothing more is required of
you. Thank you. Thank you very much. Of course, officer. Good luck. At that point, I knew the
real story. James hadn't died honorably in the line of duty. James had been betrayed
by his partner in crime. I went to the chief with the story, told me it'd be too much time
and money to open the case back up. I guess the real story, like most of the memories
in this city, will fall by the wayside, collect in dust, until they're entirely forgotten.
Some marks. May 8th, 2015. Case closed.
