Cindy Adams

His problem is he's clueless. He has no concept of what is really going on right now.

You don't know your social security number?

Breathe out.

We take you back to a core trauma. Breathe in. Breathe out.

He just was slow and some motor skills even. I could tell that Dylan would not stay focused.

I just see someone being bullied into saying something they didn't do. I think that he was just trying to get through it.

I was told that I would not be able to contact him or he would not be able to contact me. I think safe house was more the word that they used because Dylan was their precious cargo. He was the key witness and he had to be protected. I had no idea where he was going. They told me that they would buy him all new clothes, that he might get to work a little.

I know my boys, they're drug addicts. They're not murderers.

He would have a hard time completing a simple task. This is Cindy Adams, Dylan's mother. Maybe a little slow in reading, comprehending, things like that. His grandfather, Dick Adams, agrees.