Josh Mankiewicz

The next day, Monday, November 10th, the detective decided to give the old wire another coochie-coo nudge. He sent Sabrina another text that said, call me.

That's Rob's sister, Chris Wilson. How can you do that?

That's Rob's sister, Chris Wilson. How can you do that?

That's Rob's sister, Chris Wilson. How can you do that?

He didn't have much to tell her, only that the fuzzy still frame he'd texted her had come from the security camera video at the pilot station at Kramers Junction. Though Meyer had that video for weeks, he told Sabrina it had just come in and was being sent out to experts for enhancement. When Sabrina told Jonathan what the detective said, he told her he could see the writing on the wall.

He didn't have much to tell her, only that the fuzzy still frame he'd texted her had come from the security camera video at the pilot station at Kramers Junction. Though Meyer had that video for weeks, he told Sabrina it had just come in and was being sent out to experts for enhancement. When Sabrina told Jonathan what the detective said, he told her he could see the writing on the wall.

He didn't have much to tell her, only that the fuzzy still frame he'd texted her had come from the security camera video at the pilot station at Kramers Junction. Though Meyer had that video for weeks, he told Sabrina it had just come in and was being sent out to experts for enhancement. When Sabrina told Jonathan what the detective said, he told her he could see the writing on the wall.

It was a two-hour drive to Hallandale, east on Highway 58, up through the Tehachapi Mountain Pass and a phalanx of windmills, and then across the sun-punished plains of the high desert. There would have been a lot to talk about on that ride. The crime scene, the limping man, the motorcyclist seen riding in that industrial park on the day Rob Limone died.

It was a two-hour drive to Hallandale, east on Highway 58, up through the Tehachapi Mountain Pass and a phalanx of windmills, and then across the sun-punished plains of the high desert. There would have been a lot to talk about on that ride. The crime scene, the limping man, the motorcyclist seen riding in that industrial park on the day Rob Limone died.

It was a two-hour drive to Hallandale, east on Highway 58, up through the Tehachapi Mountain Pass and a phalanx of windmills, and then across the sun-punished plains of the high desert. There would have been a lot to talk about on that ride. The crime scene, the limping man, the motorcyclist seen riding in that industrial park on the day Rob Limone died.

Well, God forgave you. You didn't kill anybody.

Well, God forgave you. You didn't kill anybody.

Well, God forgave you. You didn't kill anybody.

As the days and weeks ticked down to Jonathan's trial date, Clayton Campbell poured over the lists of evidence that prosecutors intended to produce for a jury. It was then that he noticed a lot of evidence he expected to see there was missing.

As the days and weeks ticked down to Jonathan's trial date, Clayton Campbell poured over the lists of evidence that prosecutors intended to produce for a jury. It was then that he noticed a lot of evidence he expected to see there was missing.

As the days and weeks ticked down to Jonathan's trial date, Clayton Campbell poured over the lists of evidence that prosecutors intended to produce for a jury. It was then that he noticed a lot of evidence he expected to see there was missing.

Good news, if that were true. Except it was not. Then the detective asked Sabrina if she would be available to come to Bakersfield for another in-person interview.

Good news, if that were true. Except it was not. Then the detective asked Sabrina if she would be available to come to Bakersfield for another in-person interview.

Good news, if that were true. Except it was not. Then the detective asked Sabrina if she would be available to come to Bakersfield for another in-person interview.

Everyone who'd worked with Rob had liked him. Nice guy, they all said, family man. What about his wife, Sabrina Limone? What would she say? Once they hit Hellendale, the two detectives wound their way towards Silver Lakes and the Limone home on Strawberry Lane. They found the front door, tucked away on the left, just past the garage.