Jonathan Hirsch

Maybe she knew a swim on the peninsula that day was a death sentence. The question of why she'd signed a will was unanswered, incomplete. like an unsigned check she'd left on the kitchen table. Turns out that will didn't really hold up.

Maybe she knew a swim on the peninsula that day was a death sentence. The question of why she'd signed a will was unanswered, incomplete. like an unsigned check she'd left on the kitchen table. Turns out that will didn't really hold up.

But in the midst of their grief, it did hang in the air, the question of the will. Did somebody put her up to this? It was a wild and dangerous thought that bounced around in their heads like a caged animal. They just couldn't shake this feeling that maybe Sandra had convinced Dev to sign this will. And that even if she hadn't, Sandra might have known Terry had it out for their daughter.

But in the midst of their grief, it did hang in the air, the question of the will. Did somebody put her up to this? It was a wild and dangerous thought that bounced around in their heads like a caged animal. They just couldn't shake this feeling that maybe Sandra had convinced Dev to sign this will. And that even if she hadn't, Sandra might have known Terry had it out for their daughter.

But in the midst of their grief, it did hang in the air, the question of the will. Did somebody put her up to this? It was a wild and dangerous thought that bounced around in their heads like a caged animal. They just couldn't shake this feeling that maybe Sandra had convinced Dev to sign this will. And that even if she hadn't, Sandra might have known Terry had it out for their daughter.

And if Terry could get Sandra to let go of her daughter, what else could she get her to let go of?

And if Terry could get Sandra to let go of her daughter, what else could she get her to let go of?

And if Terry could get Sandra to let go of her daughter, what else could she get her to let go of?

From Sony Music Entertainment, this is Scary Terry. I'm Jonathan Hirsch. Chapter 2, The Last Will. The Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs. A beautiful, otherworldly stretch of park. Almost 500 acres of craggy, red rocks that stretch across the foothills surrounding the town. From the tops of the mountains, you can see never-ending peaks and valleys of tall aspen trees.

From Sony Music Entertainment, this is Scary Terry. I'm Jonathan Hirsch. Chapter 2, The Last Will. The Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs. A beautiful, otherworldly stretch of park. Almost 500 acres of craggy, red rocks that stretch across the foothills surrounding the town. From the tops of the mountains, you can see never-ending peaks and valleys of tall aspen trees.

From Sony Music Entertainment, this is Scary Terry. I'm Jonathan Hirsch. Chapter 2, The Last Will. The Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs. A beautiful, otherworldly stretch of park. Almost 500 acres of craggy, red rocks that stretch across the foothills surrounding the town. From the tops of the mountains, you can see never-ending peaks and valleys of tall aspen trees.

Here you could climb above the earth and everything in it. Terry had purchased land in this area, further up the mountain near Cripple Creek, as a future site of a center for CDBMS. In 1981, just two years after Dev's death, Sandra wanted to go see their new property. And she asked her childhood nanny, Louise Watson, known as Wheezy, to tag along.

Here you could climb above the earth and everything in it. Terry had purchased land in this area, further up the mountain near Cripple Creek, as a future site of a center for CDBMS. In 1981, just two years after Dev's death, Sandra wanted to go see their new property. And she asked her childhood nanny, Louise Watson, known as Wheezy, to tag along.

Here you could climb above the earth and everything in it. Terry had purchased land in this area, further up the mountain near Cripple Creek, as a future site of a center for CDBMS. In 1981, just two years after Dev's death, Sandra wanted to go see their new property. And she asked her childhood nanny, Louise Watson, known as Wheezy, to tag along.

At this point, Wheezy was older. She may not have felt like she could say no to Sandra. Sandra was in her 40s, but Wheezy was 78. Why? Why? Why?

At this point, Wheezy was older. She may not have felt like she could say no to Sandra. Sandra was in her 40s, but Wheezy was 78. Why? Why? Why?

At this point, Wheezy was older. She may not have felt like she could say no to Sandra. Sandra was in her 40s, but Wheezy was 78. Why? Why? Why?

In the Garden of the Gods, narrow, dramatic roads encircle the mountains, winding up and up into the sky. It was around one of those turns that Sandra Cleaver and Louise Watson, Wheezy, were driving in September of 1981. As they turned one of the corners along that twisty road, their car went flying off the side of the cliff and into the valley below.

In the Garden of the Gods, narrow, dramatic roads encircle the mountains, winding up and up into the sky. It was around one of those turns that Sandra Cleaver and Louise Watson, Wheezy, were driving in September of 1981. As they turned one of the corners along that twisty road, their car went flying off the side of the cliff and into the valley below.

In the Garden of the Gods, narrow, dramatic roads encircle the mountains, winding up and up into the sky. It was around one of those turns that Sandra Cleaver and Louise Watson, Wheezy, were driving in September of 1981. As they turned one of the corners along that twisty road, their car went flying off the side of the cliff and into the valley below.