Fan Favorite - "Murder and Meditation"

Today's episode is a fan favorite.

The audio in the story has been remastered for today's episode.

One September afternoon in 2003, a woman in Tucson, Arizona heard a knock on her front door,

and she answered it.

And she was surprised to see a Tucson police detective standing on her front steps,

and even more surprised when he started asking her a bunch of questions about her next-door neighbor.

Now, the woman tried to be as helpful as she could, but she just didn't have very good answers

to this detective's questions.

She really didn't know much about her neighbor.

And so, ultimately, the detective gave her his business card and told her to call back

if she ever heard anything or saw anything or remembered anything unusual about her neighbor.

Now, this woman didn't expect to ever call this detective back.

That was, until a few days later, when she looked out her window,

and saw two sweaty men jump out of a van and walk up the steps into her neighbor's house.

And the woman just stood there for several minutes,

absolutely shocked, her heart racing, realizing what she was watching.

Moments later, the woman picked up that business card and called the detective.

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On the evening of Wednesday, September 24, 2003, 45-year-old Michael Albert Dohaquez laid down

flat on his back on his yoga mat in front of a room full of his students at a yoga studio

in downtown Tucson, Arizona. The students all followed Michael's lead,

laying down for a pose called Shavasana, which signaled the end of a long workout.

Michael loved this final pose because it was all about meditation and it really helped him get

centered for his day. And after a few minutes in this pose, when he sat up and told his students

to rise as well, he felt both exhausted and recharged. He got to his feet and smiled at his class

as everyone else rolled up through yoga mats and got ready to leave.

Although Michael was a machinist by trade and spent his work days in a shop tinkering with tools

and small engines, he was actually a very artistic and kind of zen person.

He spent his free time giving music lessons on his guitar, and he also taught 15 different yoga

classes every week in various gyms and studios all across Tucson. His genuine enthusiasm about

the physical, mental, and spiritual benefits of yoga were very infectious and it put many of

his students at ease around him. In fact, they were so comfortable with him that they called him

M.A.D., which was short for his three initials, Michael Albert Dohaquas.

Michael tiled the sweat off his face and looked up at the clock on the wall. It was almost 7 pm,

and his stomach was beginning to rumble. So he asked the class as they were getting ready to go

if anybody was feeling up to grabbing some food and a few drinks, which was actually a question

they were all expecting because hanging out socially was something that this Wednesday group

typically did each week after their workout. One student immediately shouted out that they would,

and a few others raised their hands as well. So Michael suggested they all made it a bar on

fourth avenue, not far from where the yoga studio was located. The students that were going all

not at their heads in agreement, and then all of them, the ones who were going, and the ones who

were not, all shuffled through the studio's door and outside to the parking lot.

But before Michael shut off the studio lights and followed the group outside, he picked up his

cell phone and called his girlfriend, Amber Trudell. He'd been seeing her off and on for about a

year after first meeting her through his yoga lessons. Recently, things have been a bit rocky

between Amber and Michael, but Michael still wanted to invite her out for dinner and drinks.

He figured that by having her be a part of a big group setting out at a public place,

that would sort of give them a chance to have fun without the opportunity to argue.

Since if they argued, it would be in front of everyone, so that was a natural deterrent.

After a few rings, Amber answered her phone, and Michael told her very enthusiastically about

his plans and said that he would love it if she came out with them. But Amber hesitated,

and Michael frankly knew why. In addition to the problems they were having in their relationship,

Amber was just a very shy person. She preferred private lessons with Michael, rather than being a part

of a big group where you had all these other people sort of watching you stretch for an hour.

But after a few seconds of awkward silence on the line, Amber said that she actually would meet

up with Michael and his students at the bar. Michael was thrilled and told Amber he would see her there.

Then he ended the call, shut off the lights in the studio, and walked out the door into the

parking lot, thinking about Amber. Michael and Amber were opposites, but that didn't really bother

Michael. It also didn't bother him when Amber teased him about how he dressed like a hippie with

his long hair and beaded necklace and sandals. Michael could take a joke, and above all, he liked

to have fun. Which in his mind was what he was doing with an attractive woman like Amber,

who was actually 17 years younger than he was. Their relationship really was pretty casual.

And Michael intended to keep it that way. He'd been married twice already and was a father to

three kids as well as a grandfather. At this point in his life, he did not want to be tied down

anymore. Amber, on the other hand, she did want to get serious. She kept asking Michael to marry her,

and every few weeks, she'd break up with him for saying no. And so Michael knew that their

relationship status would likely come up tonight in conversation. But since there were other

people going out with them, he figured maybe he could dodge an argument about it.

A few minutes later, Michael walked into the bar on 4th Street and found five of his students

already sitting at a table. He sat down in order to drink, and shortly after that,

Michael looked up to see Amber walking through the front door of the bar.

He stood up from the table, gave her a big hug, and then invited her to take a spot right next to him.

From that point on, the group ordered some food and they drank and talked and goofed around

until around 830 at night when folks started getting tired. At that point, they all paid their

checks, and then they left. Now, most of the students were heading home at this point,

but Michael, Amber, and one of the students, Michael's friend Eli, decided to continue their

night and go have a few more drinks at another bar. So, the three of them went to another establishment

until around 10 pm, and at that point, Eli decided it was time for him to call it a night.

He took some cash from his wallet, put it down on the table, and then he headed home,

leaving just Michael and Amber at the bar. And now that the couple was all alone, just as Michael

expected, they began to fight. And so, Michael began drinking faster and ordering more drinks for Amber,

hoping that maybe more alcohol for both of them would mellow them out.

Two hours later, at midnight, when the bartender turned the lights off and then back on again,

and then announced out loud it was last call, both Michael and Amber were pretty drunk.

Michael Yand finished the rest of the drink in his glass, and asked Amber to come back to his house

with him. She said she would, and so Michael and Amber paid their tab, and then walked out the

front door into the night. Shortly afterwards, the two of them stumbled up the walkway and onto

the front porch of Michael's house, at 2602 North Sparkman Boulevard. Michael unlocked the door,

and then he and Amber stepped into the kitchen.

A day and a half later, on Friday, September 26th, at around 6.30 in the morning,

a woman was walking her dog along North Sparkman Boulevard in Tucson. The street was in a pretty rough

neighborhood, where there were lots of burglaries and muggings, and so most people kind of kept to

themselves when they were passing through. Usually, the woman walked her dog at a fast pace with her head

down, avoiding eye contact with other pedestrians, and avoiding looking into other people's properties.

However, when the woman passed in front of No. 2602, something caught her attention.

Just beyond some brush obscuring the front patio, she saw a flash of something light colored

that was obviously not vegetation. She turned her head to look and blinked for a second in confusion,

because what she was looking at didn't make sense. It was a person's bare legs, in shorts,

split out on the patio. Now, the weather had been excruciatingly hot and muggy and stifling

for the last few days, including today, so the woman at first thought that maybe this person

up on the porch had passed out from the heat. Now, as soon as she thought that, her first instinct

was to walk up and investigate, and make sure this person was okay. But since this was not really a

safe neighborhood, the idea of just strolling up to some stranger's property seemed kind of risky.

But, just then, she saw another man walking on the street towards his car,

and she called out to him and pointed over at the legs on the patio, and asked if he would go see

what was the matter. The man looked over at the house and saw what the woman was pointing at,

sort of looked puzzled for a second, then he turned back to the woman and gave a thumbs up,

like, yeah, I'll go check it out. Then the man walked over to the porch.

The woman watched as the man walked up to the porch, and right as he got close to the legs,

he called out the name Michael, and then the man who was doing this check-up, he began backing

up, and then he turned, and actually started running back towards the woman, and as he passed her,

he just said, I'm calling 911.

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drove down North Sparkman Boulevard in his cruiser. He came to a stop just outside of number

2602, put his cruiser in park, and cut the engine. Around him, he saw other squad cars and

ambulances doing the same thing. Jimenez stepped out of his air-conditioned cruiser into the hot

muggy morning air. He took off his suit jacket and tossed it onto the driver's seat and then shut

the door. He rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, losing his tie, and then walked from

the curb up to the porch of the house, until he was standing next to the dead body of a man who

was lying face up and wearing yoga pants and a tank top. Jimenez was not the first member of the

Tucson PD on the scene, and one of the other officers was already there, told him that the body

he was looking at belonged to the home's resident, who was named Michael Dohaquez. The officer

told Jimenez that the rest of the property was empty. Michael was their only victim. Jimenez put

on a pair of disposable gloves and squatted down next to the body. He could see there was a single

bullet wound in the center of Michael's forehead. Around the bullet wound, Jimenez could see a black

star-shaped gunpowder burn. There was lots of dried blood on the porch floor around the head,

and more blood on Michael's clothes and legs. Jimenez mentioned to the officer to be on the lookout

for any shell casings. Then Jimenez put his hand up to Michael's exposed skin and found that it was

actually still warm. The fact the body had not gone cold yet suggested that Michael may have been

killed only a few hours earlier, probably in the early hours of Friday morning. Jimenez looked

at Michael's hands and saw that they were covered in scratches, which told him that Michael very

likely must have fought with his attacker. Jimenez stood back up, but just as he was about to walk

inside the house, he stopped, because he noticed that some guitar and violin cases were haphazardly

stacked up outside on the porch. And the struck him as odd, because nobody in this neighborhood would

ever store expensive musical equipment outside, or really anything, sort of like obviously expensive

outside, because it could get stolen. But regardless, Jimenez stepped through the front door

and into the kitchen, and as he did, he saw a more music gear. This time, it was an amplifier

and a guitar stand that had been left to the side of the door just inside the house.

On the floor near the gear, Jimenez saw a broken glass from a shattered window pane.

And so already, Jimenez was beginning to develop a theory. He wondered if maybe Michael had

interrupted a robbery. Maybe the thief for thieves had been in the process of shuffling the

musical equipment out of the house onto the porch, kind of stacking it up near the door as they were

doing it, when Michael came out and confronted them. The broken glass in the kitchen suggested that

the fight maybe started there, or at least in part happened right there, and then from there,

you know, they moved through the door onto the porch where Michael was ultimately shot.

And then when Jimenez did a walkthrough of the rest of the property, he found in Michael's

workshop that it was perfectly intact, and none of the very obviously expensive tools had been

taken or moved. And so to Jimenez, this cemented his theory that very likely Michael had interrupted

a robbery. And so very likely, at least according to Jimenez's theory, after the robber shot Michael,

you know, he figured that they must have panicked, and then just taken off without finishing the job.

By this point, the crime scene was swarming with members of the forensic unit and also uniformed

officers. Jimenez knew it would take hours to process the scene for blood, fingerprints,

and other trace evidence, and also officers were already out knocking on doors in the neighborhood,

looking for witnesses. So, Jimenez decided to leave, and go talk to detectives in the burglary

division to see if they had any similar cases or usual suspects.

Back inside of headquarters, Detective Jimenez walked quickly to the burglary division.

He wrapped on the open door of one of the offices there and caught the attention of a detective at a

desk. Jimenez explained the case he just caught, laid out his theory about a home robbery

gone wrong, and then asked the detective if he had any recent robberies on or around North

Sparkman Boulevard. And the second Jimenez mentioned North Sparkman Boulevard, he saw this detective's

eyes light up. He shot straight up in his chair and very excitedly said that, yes, he did in fact

have something. Just five days earlier, on Sunday, he had arrested two men, Joseph Keys and David

Wynn, for robbing a home in that exact same neighborhood. But that wasn't all. First of all,

Keys and Wynn lived in a house that was just a mile away from Michael's place, and, most importantly,

one of the items these two men had stolen was a guitar. Jimenez knew this was a great starting point,

so he got Keys and Wynn's home address from the detective, then Jimenez returned to his own

desk and began filling out an application for a search warrant. While he waited for a judge to

approve his request, Jimenez's phone rang. It was one of the officers who'd been knocking on

doors over on North Sparkman Boulevard. The officer told Jimenez that nobody in the area

heard any gunshots or any unusual noises coming from Michael's house early on Friday morning,

and nobody seemed to have seen Michael at all for a day or two. However, one

neighborhood told police that on Thursday afternoon, Michael must have been working in his workshop

because they'd heard his compressor going. So, the neighborhood canvas had not produced a witness

to the killing, but they were starting to build a picture of Michael's final hours.

Jimenez thanked the officer for the good work and hung up the phone, feeling satisfied.

Less than one full day into his investigation, and he already had a very promising working theory,

he had a search warrant application out to a judge, and he was refining, you know,

his victim's final moments to really get a sense of what actually happened here.

But for now, it was late in the evening, and he knew he had a long day ahead of him tomorrow.

So, he shut down his computer and left his office.

The next morning was Saturday, and Detective Jimenez arrived at his office to find that his

search warrant application for the home of Joseph Keys and David Wynn had been approved.

He also found a copy of the autopsy report waiting for him,

along with a couple of reports from other detectives who had begun to reach out to Michael's friends

and family. Now, Jimenez was very eager to go search Wynn and Keys' house,

but first he picked up the autopsy report, flipped it open, and gave it a quick read.

The corner had found a 38 caliber bullet lodged in Michael's brain.

The starship gunpowder burn around the entry wound meant it had been fired at close range,

which Jimenez had already guessed, and also the corner noted that the wounds on Michael's hands

were indeed very likely defensive wounds. The most useful part of the report focused on

Michael's time of death. When Jimenez got to the scene, and he touched Michael's body,

it was warm to the touch, and so he had assumed that very likely Michael had died recently.

Jimenez just didn't know exactly when. And the corner was able to confirm that suspicion.

Because Michael had not yet gone through Rigor Mordes, the corner was able to establish an

actual time of death. Michael had been shot somewhere between 2 and 3 am on Friday morning.

And so this information meant that Jimenez could be very specific when he was investigating suspect

alibis. This was great news. Jimenez rifled through the other reports, which laid out a rough timeline

of Michael's activities before his death. He had taught a yoga class on Wednesday night,

and gone out for drinks afterwards with some students and a girlfriend, who Michael's friends

knew only as amber. Then on Thursday, he'd apparently spent the entire day hold up inside of

a studio working. Jimenez put the reports down. He'd have to work on tracking down amber later,

but for now, that was not his priority. Instead, he gathered up a team of officers and drove over

to the home of Joseph Keys and David Wynn. When they got there, they knocked on the door,

they didn't get an answer, and so eventually they forced their way inside, and immediately they

discovered that there was nobody home. However, pretty quickly, once Jimenez walked into the kitchen,

he knew coming to this house had put him on the right track. Because in the kitchen,

there was this very random-looking pile of clothes. Jimenez put on his gloves, squatted down,

and one by one, he picked up a bandana, a pair of pants, and some shoes, and he saw that every item

in this pile was splattered with blood. Jimenez was thinking that at this point, all he would need to

do to close his case was get these items over to forensics and match the blood on these to the blood

of his victim. But the next morning, when Jimenez walked into his office, he got two pieces of

bad news, one right after the next. The first piece of bad news was that the forensics did not match.

The blood found on the bandana, the pants, and the shoes was the wrong type. It didn't belong to

Michael. And the second piece of bad news was that even though Joseph Keys and David Wynn appeared to

be the perfect suspects on paper for this murder, robbery detectives had found one big problem.

When Michael was shot early on Friday morning, Keys and Wynn were both already sitting inside of

a jail cell. And so, just two days after Michael's body was found, Detective Jimenez found himself

back at square one. Jimenez sat at his desk, flipping through reports from the crime scene,

and hoping he'd stumble upon a detail that maybe he missed. And after about an hour of doing that,

he did find something. On a list of items found inside of Michael's house, Jimenez saw a cell phone.

At this time, in 2003, not everybody had a cell phone yet, so it wasn't something police

immediately looked for when they arrived on a crime scene. Also, cell phones at this time did not

contain the kind of evidence that they would today. There was no internet access on any of them,

and people didn't send a whole bunch of text messages or really used them nearly as much as we do

now. So, Jimenez got up from his desk and walked to the evidence room to get the cell phone.

And once he had it, he went straight to the single most useful piece of information the phone

contained. And that was the call log. The detective began scrolling through the list of people

Michael had spoken to before he died, and at the top of that list was the phone number for a

contact listed as Amber Trudeau. Jimenez read the name and immediately felt a jolt of excitement.

Michael's friends had said that his girlfriend was named Amber. He had meant to track her down,

and now he was staring down at very likely her phone number.

Jimenez took the cell phone and went back to his desk. There, he used his own phone to dial

Amber's phone number, but there was no answer. And just rang and rang and finally went to

voicemail, which was very disappointing. So, Jimenez left the voicemail and asked Amber to

please call him back at her earliest convenience. After he hung up, Jimenez just stared at the

call history list again. And as he did, he noticed something curious. Michael had been killed on

Friday morning, but his last call, which was to Amber, was made on Wednesday night. It seemed

bizarre to Jimenez that there was this weird gap in time leading up to Michael's death.

It was hard to imagine that all day Thursday, Michael hadn't spoken to anyone.

And as he thought about this, he also found it to be kind of suspicious that Amber had not

already come forward to talk to the police, considering that her boyfriend had been murdered.

And so, Jimenez began dialing numbers from Michael's contact list in his phone,

including Michael's ex-wives and his adult kids, asking about Amber, looking for any information

he could. But it seemed like no one really had any information about who this person was,

and what her role was in Michael's life. So, by the time Sunday came to a close,

Jimenez had a new hunch about where he should focus his investigation on his victim's girlfriend,

Amber. The next morning, on Monday, when Amber still had not returned Jimenez's phone calls,

he tried her again. And this time, his call went straight to voicemail instead of bringing

like it had the day before. This meant her phone had shut off. Jimenez wasn't sure what to make of

this. It was possible that Amber's cell phone had simply run out of batteries. In 2003,

that wasn't that unusual to have your phone die and just sort of go without your phone for a while.

Also, people did periodically just turn their phone off and not return calls. It was just a different time.

But with every hour that went by that day without getting a call back from Amber,

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Finally, the next day on Tuesday, Jimenez got a phone call. When he picked it up, he hoped it was

going to be Amber, but it wasn't Amber. It was Amber's boss, who Jimenez didn't know and had

not called. And Amber's boss, who said she had heard about the murder on TV, had a story that

changed everything Jimenez thought he knew about this case. The boss said that Amber worked for her

as a bookkeeper at a charity called Child and Family Resources, and Amber was usually very reliable.

But on Thursday, so a day before the murder, Amber had called out of work for what she said

was a family emergency. She had been supposed to return a day ago on Monday, but she hadn't shown up.

And so Jimenez scribbled all this down thinking that Amber did seem to make a pretty good suspect

after all. But then, Amber's boss said there was one more thing. Amber's relationship with

Michael was not a typical boyfriend girlfriend relationship. It was an affair. Amber was married.

Less than an hour later, Detective Jimenez walked into the air-conditioned bagel shop where Amber's

boss had said that Amber's husband worked. After he had wrapped up the call with Amber's boss,

Jimenez was left with a feeling of whiplash. Until her boss had told him about the husband,

he had been viewing Amber as a possible suspect and a good one. But now he was starting to wonder if

maybe she was some kind of a victim. After all, right now, she was still unaccounted for

nobody had heard from her, and this affair certainly gave her husband a very solid motive to

potentially harm her, or harm Michael, or both. All Amber's boss had known about Amber's

husband was his name, Justin Goodwin, and his place of employment, the Spagelshop.

However, when Jimenez asked the employee at the counter if Justin Goodwin was working,

the employee looked surprised and kind of nervous and just shook his head and said no.

Then he told him to wait and left the counter to go into an office in the back.

And then after a minute, another man walked out to the counter and introduced himself as the manager.

And he told him that he was sorry, but Justin had worked here, but he quit his job very suddenly

just the day before. To him, it was sort of headspinning how quickly this new theory that Justin could

be involved here was picking up steam. So he asked the manager if he knew anything about Justin's

wife, Amber. And the manager made a sort of pained expression. He told him that all he knew was that

their relationship seemed very tumultuous. In fact, Justin had once missed work because he'd been

arrested for domestic violence. Jimenez could barely contain his eagerness as he asked the manager

for Justin's address. Then after he got it, he left the Bagelshop and sped to the home of his new

prime suspect. But when Jimenez arrived, the lights were off in the house. The driveway was empty

and nobody answered the door. And so Jimenez walked around to a few of the nearby houses and spoke

to the neighbors, sweating in the heat the whole time, but they all said that they hadn't seen Amber

or Justin for at least a few days. Disappointed, Jimenez gave them all his card and asked them to

call him if they remembered anything or if they saw or heard anything out of the ordinary.

For the next three days, Jimenez and his team searched for Amber and Justin and put out

notifications to neighboring police departments to be on the lookout for them. But he didn't make any

progress until Friday, October 3rd, exactly one week after the murder. When one of the neighbors

whose doors he had knocked on called him back. It was a woman and she sounded breathless and excited.

She told Jimenez that he had to come back to Justin's house right now. Because at this very moment,

she was standing at her window and watching as Justin and another man were taking all the

furniture out of Justin's home and loading it into a rental van. Jimenez immediately ran out of

his office, hopped in his cruiser and he sped over to Justin's house. And when he got there,

he saw a man who he instantly recognized from the mug shots as Justin himself.

And just like the neighbor had said, Justin clearly was taking furniture from his house and putting

it into this van. Jimenez hopped out of his cruiser quickly identified himself as a detective

and asked Justin what he was doing and where his wife was. Immediately Justin looked nervous.

He told Jimenez he was moving, which certainly wasn't illegal. And as for his wife, he said he had no

idea. He said they were getting a divorce when she was on her own. Then Justin did something that

caught Jimenez totally by surprise. It was swelteringly hot outside and at some point Justin lifted up

his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face. And when he did, Jimenez saw tucked in Justin's waistband

was a gun. Now Jimenez had no idea if Justin had a license to carry this gun, but considering the

entire circumstances, it was too much to overlook. And he told Justin he had to come down to the

station and answer some questions.

Once they were at the station, Jimenez led Justin into an interview room.

At this point, the red flags around Justin were almost comically conspicuous.

He had been arrested for domestic violence in the past. His wife was having an affair and now she

was missing and her affair partner had been shot to death. Justin had quit his job and cleaned out

the house where he and Amber lived, all well armed with a gun. So when Jimenez sat down at the

table inside of this interview room, he felt pretty confident that he had his killer right in front of

him. Jimenez handed Justin a bottle of water and then began asking him questions. Starting with,

did he know a man named Michael Dohaquez? Jimenez watched as Justin took the cap off his water

and raised it to his mouth before answering. And he saw that Justin's hand was visibly shaking.

After a second, Justin just said no, he didn't know anybody by that name.

When Jimenez followed up and said that Michael and Amber were having an affair,

Justin denied knowing that too. He said that he and Amber clearly were having problems,

I mean they were getting a divorce, but those problems had nothing to do with anybody named

Michael. He swore again that he really had no idea where Amber was and insisted that all of the

incriminating facts that seemed to surround him were just a coincidence. Right as Jimenez was

starting to get frustrated with Justin, feeling like he was blatantly lying to him. There was a

knock on the interview room door. Jimenez turned around to see another officer step inside,

holding up Justin's cell phone, which they had confiscated along with Justin's gun when they

questioned him. The officer apologized for interrupting, but asked Jimenez if he could please

step out of the room and speak to him for a moment. Jimenez got up and left the interview room,

and the officer handed him Justin's cell phone. He explained that the whole time Jimenez had been

questioning Justin, it had been ringing incessantly, and finally he had just picked it up.

The voice on the other end belonged to a woman, and she had hung up as soon as he the officer

had identified himself as police. However, the officer had traced the phone number and found

that it belonged to the extended stay America hotel right there in Tucson. Jimenez could not

believe his luck. Whoever that was that was calling Justin, if he could just catch them before

they left that hotel, they might be able to give him some real answers about what Justin had been

up to for the past few days. So, Jimenez asked the officer to keep an eye on Justin, because he

was going to go track down this mystery caller. A half an hour later, Jimenez was offering a

pleasant but very impatient smile to the employee behind the front desk at the extended

stay America hotel. The detective had no way of knowing what room the mystery calls had come from,

so the employee was looking it up for him, but it was taking forever.

Finally though, the employee looked up and said he did have a woman staying in the room where

the calls came from, and the employee said that woman's name was Amber Trudeau.

Detective Jimenez would take Amber back to the police station and would spend the next several

hours untangling her story and Justin's. The detective's murder case was changing faster than

he could even keep up with. First, it looked like a robbery, and he'd had two slam dunk suspects,

but that had fallen apart in days. Then, he had Amber Trudeau, the suspicious girlfriend,

who he thought maybe was dodging his calls because she was guilty, but Amber had turned out to be missing,

and a possible victim. That revelation had given him Justin Goodwin, the jealous husband,

but just as him and as it thought he was closing in on Justin for killing Michael and maybe

even Amber too, Amber herself had reappeared, hold up in a hotel, and calling Justin over and over again.

Whatever Justin and Amber were relationship wise, they apparently were not totally broken up yet.

And so now, Jimenez was considering yet another theory that maybe Justin and Amber had killed

Michael together. He figured he could put them both in separate interview rooms, take each of

their statements, and then grill them on the inconsistencies that he was absolutely certain he

was going to find. But that didn't happen. To him and as a shock, Justin and Amber's stories

matched each other perfectly. Yes, they said they were having marital problems, and yes,

they saw how suspicious all their behavior looked. Between Justin quitting his job and lying to

police about where Amber was, and Amber abandoning her job and ignoring all of him and as his calls

while hiding in a hotel, but they swore they didn't kill Michael, and they had allies to prove it.

Because on Thursday morning, so almost a full 24 hours before the murder, they had left Tucson,

headed three and a half hours north to a mountain town called Sholo Arizona, where Justin's

mother and stepfather lived. They told him and as to call Justin's parents and check for himself.

And so him and as did just that, not really sure what to expect, he didn't really have high hopes

here that they were going to actually be able to confirm their alibi. But it would turn out that

Justin's stepfather, he was a retired police detective, and he was very straightforward and

specific about the timeline. And even though this kind of poked a hole in his whole case,

him and as believed him. And so this meant that between the hours of two and three a.m. on

Friday, when Michael was shot to death, Amber and Justin were almost 200 miles away.

And not only that, but Justin's gun that had been such a red flag was not the same caliber as

the murder weapon. And so him and as his best suspects were just more dead ends.

Him and as let Amber and Justin leave the police station and he went back to his desk,

where he slumped in his chair and stared miserably at nothing. By now, he was late in the day and

him and as had no new ideas. This case was turning out to be much more complicated than he had

initially thought, and now nothing was making any sense. And so he figured, you know, what he really

needed to do now was just take the weekend and look at the case with fresh eyes on Monday.

There had to be something he was missing, some piece of evidence that he was either misinterpreting

or missing altogether. He decided he would make one more phone call and then head home.

He picked up the phone on his desk and dialed the number for the coroner's office. And like he

expected on a Friday night, nobody picked up. So he left the voicemail asking the coroner to take

one more look at all the Michael Dohaquas evidence. He explained he wasn't totally sure what he was

looking for, but something just didn't feel right. And he wanted the coroner to look really

closely one more time so that he had sort of a good starting point on Monday. Then Jimenez hung

up the phone, picked up his jacket and headed home. The tip that would break this case wide open

came early the following week, but the tip didn't come from the coroner. It was a phone call from

someone detective Jimenez had spoken to already in this investigation and who he never expected to hear

from again. This person said that Jimenez had to come meet with them right now, and Jimenez

didn't hesitate. Because what this person had to say didn't make sense with the rest of the

evidence that the detective had, but the detective no longer trusted all of his evidence. He was sure

there was something wrong with his facts. He just wasn't sure what it was and so maybe this was part

of it. Jimenez drove out to meet the person who called him and the person took him for a walk.

They said they wanted to show him a hole that they had found in the dirt. And when Jimenez got

to that hole, he stood there panting in the warm air and he realized that finally he knew who

his murderer was. He just had to figure out how this was possible. And this is where the coroner

came in. Because shortly after Jimenez got back to the station, the coroner called to tell Jimenez

that he had been right. They had all misinterpreted one very important piece of evidence.

The truth had been right in front of them all along. They just hadn't put it together.

Based on evidence collected over the course of a few weeks and the revised results of the autopsy,

this is what police believe happened to Michael Dohaquez on the morning that he was killed.

It was one thirty in the morning and Michael had just confronted his killer in the messy

kitchen of his home. The killer was enraged and the two of them were standing near the sink

shouting at each other. At some point, the killer grabbed a glass and threw it at Michael,

but Michael managed to dodge it and the glass hit a window pane near the front door,

shattering glass all over the ground. Michael was about to step towards the killer to stop them

from throwing anything else at him, but there was something he didn't realize. The killer was hiding

a revolver and suddenly the killer drew their weapon and when Michael saw it, he rushed forward

to try to wrench it out of their hands. They struggled but Michael couldn't get a hold of the gun

and they wrestled together out the front door and then the killer fired.

Michael fell backwards onto the patio of dead.

At this point, the killer looked up and down North Sparkman Boulevard to make sure nobody was

around and when they were sure they were good, they took off running into the warm summer night.

It would turn out all of him in as suspects, Joseph Keys, David Wynn, Justin Goodwin,

and Amber Trudell did have alibis for Friday, September 26th between 2 and 3 AM,

which was when the police thought Michael had been murdered. But law enforcement was wrong about

Michael's time of death. The heat had fooled them.

Michael was not shot to death early on Friday morning, September 26th. He was shot to death early

on Thursday morning, September 25th. His body was warm when Detective Menes reached down to

touch a skin because it had been very hot and muggy outside the whole time he was lying there.

The coroner thought the body temperature, combined with the flexibility of the body, meant that

death had been recent, and that rigor mortis had not begun. But in reality, a hot and moist

environment can cause rigor mortis to happen more quickly after death and last for a shorter

period of time. So in reality, Michael's rigor mortis had already come and gone by the time

him and as touched his body, and so the reason he was sort of flaccid feeling is because he no longer

was in rigor mortis. And so when the coroner had gone back over the evidence at Detective

Menes' request, he found something he had missed. Michael's body had larvae in its eyes,

which was an indication that he had been dead for a lot longer than a few hours.

And when police went back to the crime scene, they realized that the compressor,

the neighbor had heard on Thursday, which caused them to think that Michael was alive and well

and working in a shop that day, was actually set to refill automatically. So that noise had not

meant anything at all. It did not mean that Michael was in there at work. And so the adjustment of

the time of death from Friday to Thursday morning allowed him Menes to make sense of that final

phone call he got from the person he had already spoken to, who called him asking to meet.

That person was just in stepfather, the retired police officer. The stepfather had been telling

the truth about the timing of Justin and Amber's visit, and that had ruled him out of suspects when

the belief was Michael had been killed on Friday. But after he had gotten off the phone with him

and as the stepfather had followed a hunch out to the back of his property where he discovered a

hole in the dirt, and inside that hole was the murder weapon. But the person who hid that gun

was not Justin. It was his soon to be ex-wife, Amber Trudeau.

On Friday, October 10th, an arrest warrant and a nationwide alert was issued for Amber,

who had fled Tucson. US Marshals arrested Amber at a grandmother's house in New York.

During her trial in March of 2005, Amber claimed that Michael sexually assaulted her on the night

he was killed, and that he himself was actually the one who pulled the trigger during their

struggle, which resulted in him being shot and killed. However, she was still convicted of second

degree murder and was sentenced to 13 years in prison. On October 19th, 2016, Amber was released

from prison having served out her entire sentence.

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