At five, when his shift ended, Greg left to go home, and Beau followed him. The two making plans earlier to go to the gym after Greg changed out of his clothes from work. When they arrived at the apartment, Alice’s car was in the driveway, and nothing seemed strange except that the door was unlocked. Still, Beau made a comment about being careful. At the time, Greg didn’t think much about it and went inside.

The house was dark, so he called out to Alice, she didn’t answer so he went in search of her. That’s when he found her body. At first, he thought that she had passed out, but when Beau, who was behind him, turned on the light, he saw that the clothes she was wearing were soaked through with blood and that there was blood splatter on the walls. Immediately, Greg called the police, and a few minutes later they arrived, and the apartment was taped off as a crime scene.

Within the first forty-eight hours, the detectives working the case had zeroed in on Beau, not only because of his inability to provide an alibi the morning of the murder prior to meeting up with Greg, but because Alice’s friends came forward and told them that on more than one occasion Beau had said or done things to make Alice uncomfortable. And that it was well known that Beau was jealous of Alice and Greg’s relationship, something that even Greg admitted.

Listening to him explain things, I can understand why he was convinced that his friend killed his wife, but that doesn’t change the facts. It wasn’t Beau’s DNA found on the knife that killed Alice, but Charles’, and there was no reason for Charles’ DNA to be inside Alice and Greg’s apartment. None of them were friends, and as far as anyone knew, they didn’t even know each other back then.

After I explain all the evidence that we have against Charles, including DNA, I tell him that we will be moving forward with presenting our case to a judge and charging him for Alice’s murder. The moment I give him that news, he breaks down into tears and tells us that when the detectives told him that they believed that Beau killed his wife, he didn’t believe them, but as the weeks went on and they didn’t have another suspect, he began to question if they were right. Not only was he dealing with the loss of his wife, but he was also questioning if someone he had known most of his life was capable of murder.

“You’ll have to forgive me; this is dredging up a lot of old feelings,” Greg says, wiping his eyes. He looks absolutely wrecked, and I can’t blame him. He just relived the worst day of his life and got news that he likely never thought he’d get.