Maurice Chamas

Well, to be specific, according to the court records, Barton had gone to the Vegas police because he actually changed his mind about the hit on his wife and wanted to put a stop to it.

Only, it appears he couldn't contact the business associate he paid the $40,000 to and started to suspect that maybe the business associate wanted him dead, perhaps on account of Barton implicating him in a murder-for-hire plot.

Jeremy continues to ponder his approach as we head back on the road.

We drive past the address he has for Barton's nursing home.

It's a series of connected gray trailers in front of honestly the saddest looking pond I've ever seen.

Do we have a sense of which door?

Nope.

Jeremy picks a door and we walk in.

He asks someone who looks like they work there if Eddie Barton is around.

He's in the day room, having lunch, she says, points him out.

We head to the day room and there's about 30 residents in there, all eating and watching a TV show.

Jeremy sidles up to Barton and introduces himself.

Says he's here to ask some questions about some bodies found in the desert in El Paso in 1987.

He says this at what I would consider a professionally discreet volume.

When it doesn't matter, everyone in the room is now staring at us.

Maybe because Barton, who is in his 60s, squat, and tattooed, and also apparently a little hard of hearing, repeats Jeremy's words at a much higher volume.

Bodies in the desert?

He says he'll talk, but he wants to finish his lunch first.

We go down a corridor and wait by some couches.

After about 20 minutes, Barton gives me the okay to record, and Jeremy dives in.