There was a party. There was UK football player that been shot.

He's killed on his birthday. I was like, it's who? I can't happen. Why him?

No one saw a thing. It's at night. It's dark. Nobody knows where. The bullet comes from.

Nothing is making it any easier. If you don't have a motive, it's hard to know its direction ago.

We were just over going to know.

But someone knew. She called me and said, I think I know something about a murder.

We never could find out why Trent was killed because it was something this weird.

She became the key.

Which he also become the next victim.

She was scared to death to confront him.

She knew what he was capable of.

And thus she was terrified. And thus she was terrified.

A woman solves a mystery and then vanishes. I'm lester Holt and this is Deadline.

Here's Keith Morrison with The Motive.

Her heart was on fire.

Lost to her, the canned music, the hum of other voices in the bar.

There was only him. They were in the deep end now.

And as lovers in the flush of new commitment sometimes do, they confess their sins of the abandoned past.

The worst things they've ever done. Words. Just words.

Best forgotten. Until they could no longer be ignored.

Lexington, Kentucky.

One year before that night in the bar.

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