Sam Anderson

For his entire life, Warren Jeroms has stayed on the straight and narrow path. He has a good job, two kids, goes to church every weekend. Never in his worst nightmares did he think he would find himself in this position. Working as an undercover agent for the state, wired up and ready to convince his best friend to confess to serial arson.

For his entire life, Warren Jeroms has stayed on the straight and narrow path. He has a good job, two kids, goes to church every weekend. Never in his worst nightmares did he think he would find himself in this position. Working as an undercover agent for the state, wired up and ready to convince his best friend to confess to serial arson.

Warren knows what the task force wants, but what does he want the outcome to be? On the one hand, he's holding out hope that Mark is innocent. On the other hand, he's now seen a side of Mark that he never thought was possible.

Warren knows what the task force wants, but what does he want the outcome to be? On the one hand, he's holding out hope that Mark is innocent. On the other hand, he's now seen a side of Mark that he never thought was possible.

With all these feelings boiling up inside him, Warren pulls up to the Sands house in his Jeep Cherokee. His buddy Mark hops in the passenger seat. They drive north out of Phoenix. As urban sprawl fades into desert, the highway unfolds in front of them, revealing the big open sky of the American West. Behind them and in front of them is an undercover motorcade, the task force.

With all these feelings boiling up inside him, Warren pulls up to the Sands house in his Jeep Cherokee. His buddy Mark hops in the passenger seat. They drive north out of Phoenix. As urban sprawl fades into desert, the highway unfolds in front of them, revealing the big open sky of the American West. Behind them and in front of them is an undercover motorcade, the task force.

Rob watches from a distance as Mark and Warren exit the Jeep and approach the lip of the canyon, lit up by the last rays of the sinking sun. Warren's head is swirling with the questions he needs to ask Mark.

Rob watches from a distance as Mark and Warren exit the Jeep and approach the lip of the canyon, lit up by the last rays of the sinking sun. Warren's head is swirling with the questions he needs to ask Mark.

As the sky turns from blue to orange to a deep amethyst purple, Warren takes in the view.

As the sky turns from blue to orange to a deep amethyst purple, Warren takes in the view.

By his side is the one man who he's always felt relaxed with, until now.

By his side is the one man who he's always felt relaxed with, until now.

Painfully aware of the microphone sewn into his backpack, Warren falls in next to Mark as they begin the eight-mile descent into the most famous canyon in the country.

Painfully aware of the microphone sewn into his backpack, Warren falls in next to Mark as they begin the eight-mile descent into the most famous canyon in the country.

What you're hearing is the actual audio recorded from Warren's hidden microphone. They can't see it quite yet, but a full moon is beginning to climb into the sky. Slowly but steadily, they make their way down, deeper and deeper into the canyon, passing other hikers on the trail.

What you're hearing is the actual audio recorded from Warren's hidden microphone. They can't see it quite yet, but a full moon is beginning to climb into the sky. Slowly but steadily, they make their way down, deeper and deeper into the canyon, passing other hikers on the trail.

Warren wonders, are they undercover cops? For a brief instant, possibly for the first time in months, Mark and Warren are distracted from the investigation, fully immersed in the beauty of the moment. The swirling rocks embrace them, illuminated by the light of the moon, which has now risen over the lip of the canyon. But the spell is quickly broken by the shadow hanging over both of them.

Warren wonders, are they undercover cops? For a brief instant, possibly for the first time in months, Mark and Warren are distracted from the investigation, fully immersed in the beauty of the moment. The swirling rocks embrace them, illuminated by the light of the moon, which has now risen over the lip of the canyon. But the spell is quickly broken by the shadow hanging over both of them.

Mark can't help but bring up the investigation.

Mark can't help but bring up the investigation.