Sam Mullins

No comment, no comment, no comment. When it was Noelle's turn to sit in the hot seat, she opted to be a different kind of uncooperative.

Her story was that yes, she was married to David Davis, and yes, she was originally from the States. But everything beyond that was slippery.

Her story was that yes, she was married to David Davis, and yes, she was originally from the States. But everything beyond that was slippery.

They just needed a single verifiable time that she, Noelle Davis, was being Noelle Davis somewhere.

They just needed a single verifiable time that she, Noelle Davis, was being Noelle Davis somewhere.

But there was nothing, by design.

But there was nothing, by design.

What were you doing in mid-July, Noel?

What were you doing in mid-July, Noel?

The police made the call to release Noelle. She was on the hook to return at a later date if they saw fit, but by virtue of her needing to care for her children and their gut feeling that she wasn't directly involved in Ron Platt's death, they let her walk for now. She wasn't the one they were after.

The police made the call to release Noelle. She was on the hook to return at a later date if they saw fit, but by virtue of her needing to care for her children and their gut feeling that she wasn't directly involved in Ron Platt's death, they let her walk for now. She wasn't the one they were after.

Back in the David Davis interview, Clenahan continued peppering him with questions.

Back in the David Davis interview, Clenahan continued peppering him with questions.

Where they hit stop on the recorder.

Where they hit stop on the recorder.

There was only one thing that seemed to shake the confidence of the confidence man.

There was only one thing that seemed to shake the confidence of the confidence man.

I imagine Davis running an algorithm in this moment. He knew that the unique ridges from the tips of his fingers held the power to unravel his whole plan. And he knew he'd been fingerprinted exactly one other time, which was not ideal. 3,500 kilometers away, his prints were likely sitting on a dusty shelf in an Ontario office labeled Albert Walker.

I imagine Davis running an algorithm in this moment. He knew that the unique ridges from the tips of his fingers held the power to unravel his whole plan. And he knew he'd been fingerprinted exactly one other time, which was not ideal. 3,500 kilometers away, his prints were likely sitting on a dusty shelf in an Ontario office labeled Albert Walker.

But what are the chances that the small town nobody cops from two separate countries an ocean apart were out here sharing fingerprints? No, they had nothing. He was sure of it. For the Devon police, their time was up. They had all they were going to get in the interviews, the team at the house had sent along their initial findings, and it was pencils down.