Jennifer Amell

He said, quote, Lord, I ask of you, let Jennifer and her endeavors, her things that she has going on, things that just might be difficult for her, difficult for her task of finding more answers and getting what she needs. Lord, that you bless her and that she comes to know you in a great way. In Jesus' precious name, amen.

He said, quote, Lord, I ask of you, let Jennifer and her endeavors, her things that she has going on, things that just might be difficult for her, difficult for her task of finding more answers and getting what she needs. Lord, that you bless her and that she comes to know you in a great way. In Jesus' precious name, amen.

He paused and then he said, hey, let me tell you something from a guy that doesn't need money. I'll take a prayer over a million dollars any day. That's a fact. Amen, eldest son. Next, I reached out to the youngest. Much to his brother's surprise, he agreed to meet with me in person, so I headed back up to Swansea, New Hampshire.

He paused and then he said, hey, let me tell you something from a guy that doesn't need money. I'll take a prayer over a million dollars any day. That's a fact. Amen, eldest son. Next, I reached out to the youngest. Much to his brother's surprise, he agreed to meet with me in person, so I headed back up to Swansea, New Hampshire.

The youngest bought the house next door to his childhood home, the one that's just around the corner from Gmarlo's store. The youngest's wife was heading out the side door. She said she couldn't stay.

The youngest bought the house next door to his childhood home, the one that's just around the corner from Gmarlo's store. The youngest's wife was heading out the side door. She said she couldn't stay.

But the youngest's son stood in the doorway and welcomed me in. He cut an imposing figure, over six feet, in his fifties. He wore a sweatshirt emblazoned with his paving company logo. He waved me through the side door and into the dim, wood-paneled living room. The house smelled like dogs and cigarette smoke. The Christmas tree was up, and his dog lay whining in a crate.

But the youngest's son stood in the doorway and welcomed me in. He cut an imposing figure, over six feet, in his fifties. He wore a sweatshirt emblazoned with his paving company logo. He waved me through the side door and into the dim, wood-paneled living room. The house smelled like dogs and cigarette smoke. The Christmas tree was up, and his dog lay whining in a crate.

A buff-colored cat wove itself between my legs as I took a seat on a plush, lazy boy armchair. Above him on the wall was a picture of what I thought was the youngest and his wife. Alas.

A buff-colored cat wove itself between my legs as I took a seat on a plush, lazy boy armchair. Above him on the wall was a picture of what I thought was the youngest and his wife. Alas.

Then he gestured out of the window and said this.

Then he gestured out of the window and said this.

I'm not sure if you caught that, but the youngest said that he was at the same Cheshire Fair that Jane Borowski was at on the night of her attack. And his father wasn't with them. This was totally unprompted. But basically, he's saying his dad doesn't have an alibi for the night of Jane's attack. Then I asked him about Linda Moore.

I'm not sure if you caught that, but the youngest said that he was at the same Cheshire Fair that Jane Borowski was at on the night of her attack. And his father wasn't with them. This was totally unprompted. But basically, he's saying his dad doesn't have an alibi for the night of Jane's attack. Then I asked him about Linda Moore.

Do you know her demeanor at all?

Do you know her demeanor at all?

That's right. Larry Alley said the woman he spoke to was not Linda Moore, but instead this mysterious woman with red hair. The eldest brother also confirmed this story when I followed back up, that the woman Larry Alley spoke to at the door was not Linda Moore. But he went further and said that his father had speculated that Linda was already dead inside when he knocked on the door.

That's right. Larry Alley said the woman he spoke to was not Linda Moore, but instead this mysterious woman with red hair. The eldest brother also confirmed this story when I followed back up, that the woman Larry Alley spoke to at the door was not Linda Moore. But he went further and said that his father had speculated that Linda was already dead inside when he knocked on the door.

I cannot understate how bizarre this is. I double-checked the case file, verbally with John Philpin and Michael Clare, and absolutely nothing indicates that a woman other than Linda Moore was at her home that day. In some light, Linda's hair could be reddish in color, but it was more brown. Honestly, I think this is a red herring.

I cannot understate how bizarre this is. I double-checked the case file, verbally with John Philpin and Michael Clare, and absolutely nothing indicates that a woman other than Linda Moore was at her home that day. In some light, Linda's hair could be reddish in color, but it was more brown. Honestly, I think this is a red herring.