Maurice Chamas

Over lunch, there was more talk about empathy and trauma, a lot of direction about using soft tones and centering Marsha's loss, even as they tried to, gently, redirect who she blamed for it.

All to say, I think the lawyers were outlining an entirely reasonable approach for a woman not named Marsha Fulton.

Not that Maurice and I would tell them that.

Ethically, we wouldn't share any meaningful information about Marsha with the defense team.

Marcia suspected that the lawyers might try and talk to her at some point, and if that did happen, she said it'd be okay for us to tag along and record.

So I kept up my poker face while the lawyers detailed their plan, which, like all of their interviews, involved no warning or calling ahead.

And I know they probably don't give out Pulitzer's for stuff like this, but I gotta say, I was a picture of neutrality when I got into Naomi's rental car and realized they had absolutely no idea where Marsha lived.

I wasn't going to help them with that either.

They drive across town 20 minutes to one wrong address, and then turn around and drive 30 minutes to another.

I think it was about an hour into this car ride when I started to wonder if maybe I'd taken this all a little too far.

If maybe my journalistic ethics were about to get me forcibly ejected from the backseat of a moving vehicle.

About an hour and a half after embarking on the 20-minute drive from the hotel to Marcia's house, the lawyers finally found her.

And in general, Marcia is totally unfazed, like she's been waiting for them to arrive.

She ushers us into the same seats in the living room that Maurice and I sat at less than 24 hours ago and starts the proceedings.

The lawyers start making their pitch to her.

All the things they think might be most likely to get Marcia to rethink her certainty about David Wood's guilt.

They talk about the unknown DNA found on a piece of victim's clothing and how the state wouldn't agree to more testing.

They lay out the information they've gathered on Randy Wells.

They even personalize a little bit.

Go deep on the orange fibers found at Desi's crime scene and at David Wood's apartment.