Dennis Murphy

Did you kill those dogs?

No, I loved those dogs.

When the case went to the jury, Keith's friend, Craig Bradley, didn't know which way the jury would fall.

Turns out, he was right.

After six hours of deliberation, the jury was deadlocked.

I'm going to declare a mistrial at this time.

Keith would sit in jail for another year as he awaited a second trial, a long time for his family to process the story he told on the stand.

So when he stepped down, you thought, my father did this thing?

After months of wrestling with his thoughts, Zach decided it was time to send his dad a letter.

His brother's wife, Allie, had started to feel that way about Keith, too.

But there was a split in the family.

Despite doubts of his own, her husband, Aaron, the one closest to his father, was still a supporter.

Whatever issues my mom and dad would have had, I just could not believe that my dad would take my kids away from their Nana.

Then, a few months before Keith's retrial, Detective Carter's phone rang.

There was news from the jail.

An inmate had some information about Keith, and it was as eerie as it was chilling.

The detective in the bullseye.

Keith had come forward to him wanting to have me killed.

To put a hit on you.

Put a hit on me.