Ben Kissel

Even though you can know that someone has committed the murder when you're dealing with somebody like Alec Murdoch, who is ensconced in the criminal justice system.

His family is the criminal justice system.

You gotta win.

Well, as opposed to other investigations in which the Murdochs took control immediately, the lead officer in this investigation had grown up two counties away.

They had no fucking clue who Alec Murdoch was.

The right guy showed up.

Under the supervision of an unbiased investigator, the other deputies noticed that there were no signs of an ambush.

No footprints leading to or from the woods, no obvious defense wounds, and no signs of a struggle.

All this, of course, pointed towards the likelihood that Paul and Maggie were killed by someone they knew.

All these little things matter.

Now, by the time the South Carolina Law Enforcement Division showed up, that sled, a group of a dozen civilians made up of family, friends, and acquaintances of the Murdochs had already arrived.

But even though these people crowded up the scene and made it difficult to collect evidence, authorities still quickly surmised that Alec Murdoch had indeed killed his wife and son out there.

They just had to prove it.

Alex's interview with investigators on the scene conducted in Alex's SUV was rife with lies, half-truths, and wild fucking stories.

The most obvious lie was that Alex claimed that he'd rushed to the bodies and taken both of their pulses to see if they were alive.

But if he'd done that, he would have been both bloody and muddy.

Alex was squeaky fucking clean.

Yes.

Detectives also noted that Alec had freely admitted to handling Paul's phone without them asking if he had done so.

He'd also given two explanations to two officers as to the reason why Alec, a former prosecutor, had handled evidence at a murder scene.