Mike Boudet

He happened to be at his mom's house on Chickasaw.

and barricaded himself inside for hours.

SWAT was called.

And the standoff ended only when officers used tear gas and broke the door down to force him out.

They asked him what he was thinking at the time.

If it sounds garbled, it's probably because of the cheeseburger he was eating.

This guy's maybe the chillest killer they've ever interviewed.

He went on to say that while police car sirens blared and lights flashed, while voices boomed over the megaphone yelling for him to come out, he was listening to his mother's wind chimes, smoking cigarette butts from the ashtray, and thinking about his childhood.

At several points throughout the more than eight hours of interrogation, Michael alluded to a loveless childhood of neglect.

According to him, his mother prioritized appearance and money over him.

As much as detectives wanted to make him comfortable and hear about his past, they still had a job to do.

And it wasn't to be a therapist for a killer.

Yes.

That's it.

That's where Michael lived.

But all of a sudden, it was not really his place.

His baby mama's name was on the lease, and people just sort of came and went, all helping pay the bills together somehow in some sort of weird collective.

You know, anybody could have been there.

Anybody could have had access to that garage.

He argued that he was in and out of the apartment and hadn't been in the garage for weeks.