I'm Lester Holt. Tonight on Date Line, it was a murder that rocked a quiet college town,

a student who knew a secret, and someone willing to kill to keep it safe.

He kept telling me he was going to die young, but I never dreamed that he was going to die that way.

Jesse's body was laying in between two houses on his back. It was obvious that this was a homicide.

We had several suspects.

I just thought his behavior wreaked a guilt, and innocent man doesn't act like that.

He lied. Lied and lied and lied.

About sex, sex, and sex.

There are a lot of people that cheat. It doesn't make him a murderer.

All of a sudden this puzzle all came together.

At the end of the day, no one else had a motive.

Steve's on the phone and he's got a gun. He was crying. I said, fight this. This is crazy.

Oh my God, it's going to look bad. We need to get this right.

Here is Keith Morrison with, before daylight.

He could have been sunbathing here in the grass.

Naked, but for a pair of blue shorts. His face turned up toward the June sky.

It was beautiful.

It was after known by the time someone noticed him. Though he'd been lying here still, silent, since before daylight.

Here among the old rooming houses in Columbia, where University of Missouri students were winding down their school year.

It was June 5th, 2004.

Back then we were on pages. Of course I knew my bosses.

I was a little bit more honest.

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