Investigator

The one gentleman, he had a wad of hundreds.

I mean, probably a couple of thousands of dollars.

He had no problem continuously pulling it out of his pocket and just flashing it around.

Some of the customers within the bar felt that they possibly could have something to do with the murder.

The whole room felt uncomfortable.

They just kind of gave you that creepy, eerie vibe.

They were arguing.

The one was hitting his fist on the bar, and then they started to throw the popcorn.

They started to get a little bit more, as I like to call it, energized, emotional, angry.

My normal customers were like, Sarah, we just don't feel right.

I mean, my customers had said, can you do anything about this?

And I was like, well, I'll kick him out.

We didn't know them.

But their behavior, the second they opened the door, was just not a normal thing to witness.

I have a guy calling saying he was cleaning a house in St.

Every single time you try to make something better, you end up making it so much worse.

Why are you doing this?

What did he say about this old man?

How did he know him?

Unfortunately, the job didn't end there.