Keith Morrison

Mother and son, suspects in a years-long crime spree that included two murders at least.

How did it ever get this far?

Kenny Kimes will tell us.

It was the beginning of summer now, and LAPD Detective Bill Cox had a pretty good idea what happened to David Kasdan, the guy who wound up in the dumpster near the airport.

Knew his suspects, too, but fining them was quite another matter.

Sante and Kenny were just gone.

And then, sleuthing paid off.

Detective Cox landed an informant,

a guy who'd done odd jobs for Sante in L.A.

and Las Vegas, named Stan Patterson.

Stan became basically our eyes and ears because he said Sante would call him once in a while.

So we told him, hey, next time she calls you, let us know.

Then, on July 3rd, just before the holiday weekend, the detective's phone rang.

It was Stan.

in New York, and they are getting an apartment, and they wanted me to manage it.

My, my, my.

And to bring a gun with me when I come out there to New York.

Stan, the informant, agreed to go to New York and help lead police to Santi and Kenny.

We contact NYPD, and so we told them that Stan was on an airplane coming out there, and could they follow him?

And we needed the Kynzes, if they found them, to arrest them.