The room went silent. 🤐
That detail had never been released. Not to the press, not to the public, not even to the families. Only a small circle of investigators and forensic experts knew.
Tyler realized it at once. The color left his face. His eyes darted between the two detectives. “I… heard it somewhere,” he stammered. “Someone said it during the search. Rumors.”
“From whom?” one detective asked quietly.
He couldn’t name anyone. Pressed, he tangled his own timeline, contradicted statements he’d made five years earlier, and mixed up where he’d been that evening. The careful composure he’d maintained for years collapsed in minutes. Tyler Marsh was arrested in the room and read his rights.
Later, in the presence of a court-appointed attorney, his defense finally gave way. Faced with the evidence and his own words, he agreed to talk.
What he said was chilling in its pettiness.
