Keith Morrison

Lots of Raymond Jennings' DNA, but nothing that could pin him to a shooting in a parking lot.

No blood, no gunshot residue.

Zip.

which tended to back up Jennings' story that he was nowhere near the shooting.

But this wasn't Longshore's first rodeo.

Far from it.

And he couldn't stop thinking something just didn't quite add up.

So Longshore called Jennings in again and again and talked to him for hours.

And the guy remained as polite as could be, like he was trying hard to help.

But that wasn't necessarily a sign of innocence, said Longshore.

At first, she couldn't even talk, too distraught.

So Longshore suggested, gently, that they could just go have a look at the crime scene together, see if anything occurred to her there.

As they got out of Detective Longshore's car, they could hear the steady hum of thousands of commuters as stones throw away on Highway 14 connecting Palmdale to L.A.,

Well, that certainly got his attention.

The safe, brightly lit parking space Jennifer pointed out was 17 spaces away from the place first responders found Michelle's car with her body inside.

So why did she move?

Why to a darker place, exactly where she didn't want to park her car?

Maybe she went somewhere more discreet to change out of the miniskirt she wore to the chute and back into her more modest jeans for class?

Maybe.

Maybe.