Sarah Koenig

Beer bottles.

Whiskey, maybe?

It's possible, he says.

Anything else?

Well, for a while he switched to rum.

What rum?

Dark rum.

Bacardi.

Finally, McGillivray can't stand it.

He just starts listing different kinds of booze.

Just cheap stuff, yeah.

Brandy.

Brandy was the answer they were looking for.

The bottle they found near Hayes' body was Coronet VSQ Brandy, 200 milliliters.

And Mr. S., he blew right past it.

Consider for a moment, if Mr. S was just trying to relieve his bladder in peace that February day, minding his own business, and then he sees this terrible, sad sight, and he does the right thing, tells the cops, shows them where she's buried.

Well, how horrible now that they're so suspicious of him, that they're considering that maybe either he did it or he knows who did.

How terrifying for Mr. S. After all, he seems like a nice, quiet guy, cooperative, doesn't appear to be a brandy drinker.

Again, I can only go by the reports and files, but my guess is the reason the cops are holding on to Mr. S as a suspect is because Mr. S has a little bit of a record, which isn't necessarily a big deal.

But, and here's the part of the story where I'm hoping you'll understand why I'm not using his name, Mr. S is a streaker and not the frat party kind, the freaky kind.