Dr. Jeffrey Smalldon

Yeah.

Yeah.

I mean...

I was at the hospital.

I completed my residency here.

They asked me to stay on.

I kept getting promoted, even though I had no special skills as a hospital administrator, but I kept getting promoted.

And among the departments that I had responsibility for was this small research lab that had a total of six employees.

And it was located just around the corner from the main corridor of the hospital, had a single door that served as exterior

entrance, and the lab itself was probably the size of an average living room, very small.

For Christmas that year, as the administrative contact for that department, they invited me to their small party.

I went.

All the talk was of plans for Christmas.

Everybody seemed upbeat.

And I went home to Western New York, Niagara Falls, where my parents lived for the holidays.

And while I'm there, I get a call from the director of public relations at the hospital.

Jeff, I've got horrible news.

And my assumption was that something horrible had happened in the mental health and addiction building that I also had responsibility for.

So I'm expecting something had happened there.

And she says, Joyce and Patty were murdered in the research lab Friday afternoon between 4.30 and 5.05.