Secrets of the Well

My name is Clay Bryant, and I'm a criminal investigator

“for the District Attorney's Office in the Grimes, Georgia.”

The Greenland Mall case, Miss Mall was killed on the night of August the 3rd, 1970, is just phenomenal the way the tech case came back into my life, 33 years later. I was a 15-year-old boy, wide-eyed at the horror, what I was looking at.

She was found in a whale just outside the city limits of Hogan's George. One of the sheriff's activities went down on the hook of the record and wrapped a rope around the ladies' torso and pulled her up out of the whale.

She was suspended over that whale and spinning around on that cable, facing swollen and blue.

I never get it long as I live.

Even at 15, I was able to understand it. There were going to be some lives that were going to be profoundly affected by this. Finally, don't want me to end up almost dead, and I wouldn't ever see her again.

This was a case that should have found a resolution in a matter of days. Nobody ever talked about it. Everything was all covered up. Her case was just totally discarding.

The lady was dead when she went in the whale. Murder. Murder.

“Was there ever a second of doubt as to who had done this?”

No, ma'am. The truth bears self to be.

There will be a day of reckoning.

Good man, we're here. All right. It's in my home. Fifty-year-old investigator Clay Bryant goes after leads like a dog goes after a bone.

I've tried other things in my life, and I haven't been happy. I couldn't think of doing anything else. Anybody home? He has a law degree years of police experience. I don't know if we won't find anybody here.

And a new nickname, "Cold Case Play." That's how it may have happened. A joking reference to his success in helping the DA in the Grange Georgia solve cases long forgotten. I found a tremendous amount of satisfaction

to ride a long standing wrong. You had to ride to Main Silent. He says he was born to the job. I was raised on the front seat of a police call. By probably the best criminal investigator

was my father. Buddy Bryant, Clay's father, was the police chief of a tiny town nearby. Hogan'sville, and Clay idolized him. My dad was the greatest guy in the world.

He just spent as much time in the charge of your rivers. It was about as much time as I did at school. But to 15-year-old Clay, the most fun was going out with his dad on police calls. Every week in moment, I wouldn't have

to cut grass or do some of the things I had to do. I spent right behind my daddy. And that's exactly where he was on a hot August morning in 1970. This was a little different.

I was a little closer to this situation. When Buddy Bryant responded to a call from the Sheriff's Department. It involved the mother of kids that I was raised with. A child had spotted a woman's body

at the bottom of an abandoned well a lot like this one. When they brought her up out of the well,

I'll never forget it was awful.

It was Macabre and the whole woman spinning around on that cable. That image has haunted Clay Bryant for 34 years. It was surreal. It was so removed from what life ought to be. Her name was Guindaline Moore, and she gone missing the night

before. Mary did 15 with four kids. She was dead at 30. She was just really a beautiful person. He's a go and sleep.

Pat Terry is Guindaline's sister. She was willing to do anything to help anyone. The sparkle that her eyes that are laughed over her smile. Guindaline's oldest son, Alan Moore. I had probably the most wonderful mother in the world.

I remember her fixin' coolate for us.

“I remember her fixin' sandwiches for us as we played.”

But Guindaline Moore's smile hit a lifetime of abuse. I knew that there was a lot of talk about the Moore house if Father was known as a rough individual. I've been spent with everything from her who's part to the chain to pre-live belts.

And this was just routine occurrence in your house. If Daddy got mad, he got mad. And he took it out in your mother? Yes, ma'am. Quite a few times.

We'd hear the beat and it's going on at night.

She tried to leave him, but he would always find her.

She was physically taken back. Hey, threatened to kill the children if she didn't come back with him. This was her refuge. Guindaline Moore often hid here in a crawl space under a neighbor's house. That's where Alan last saw his mother.

Her lift I was swollen shut and he buried a good seat out of her eye. And you could tell that she was in a lot of pain. She's in the crawl space underneath this eye. Yes, ma'am. In the dark.

Yes, ma'am. Marcelle. She said she was leaving.

She told me she'd love to very much.

That she'd be back to get us. And I'll have to go. Guindaline Moore's body was found the next day.

“For the last 34 years, I've honestly thought”

that it was me that called my mother to die. Because I felt like if I'd been man enough to grab her by the hand and take her down a road to the police department. You were 14 years old. Yes, scared to be out.

You thought your father had done this from the minute you knew what it happened. Yes, ma'am. Suspicion immediately fell on Guindaline Moore's husband, Marshall, who admitted he had hit her the day before.

He was interviewed by police. He passed a lie detector test and Clay Bryant says, Marshall Moore also knew some very important people in town. For whatever reason, somebody did not want to solve this case.

So-and-so-no, so-and-so, and he's going to protect so-and-so, and then just your basic corruption. That's exactly right.

“It was just a tragic end into a tragic existence.”

No one ever was charged and Clay's dad was helpless to do anything. Because the well was just over the city line. This is where the well was right here. Exactly. And out of Buddy Bryant's jurisdiction.

And she's good as a mile. You see, the reiner is out. My daddy had some very strong feelings about this case. And I heard him talk about it all the way up to his death. There's one of the injustices that he really does.

He never got over.

The years passed, but the sun never forgot his father's frustration.

Marshall Moore meanwhile went on with his life, remarrying within a few months of his wife's death, and living in the same house he'd lived in with Gwendolyn. And that's where things stood in 2002. When Clay Bryant got a phone call from a local sheriff's deputy,

a remarkable call. He asked me about a case happening in the Hogan's Alaria where a lady had been thrown away. A call that would give him a chance to do what his father had been unable to do. And there's has to be some type of divine intervention that put it this way.

Find justice for Gwendolyn Moore. Clay's like a blood out of me when he gets that bite in you. You can hang it up. [music playing] On duty or off, Clay Bryant is a proud man.

We got to go. Not too proud to drive all the local kids to a high school track me. I was lucky enough to be raised by my mother and father that instilled me the basic principle that a man has to be accountable for his action. And I hope I instill that belief in my children.

I'm very consistent, so I'm on to God as you. He and wife Beth, a court clerk in LaGrange, have two children, 16-year-old Emily, and 14-year-old Clayton. You know what, I told you, your strengths will be in the middle of the rise. Come on, Clayton, pick it up, sign you got to go, go, get him, boy, go, let's go.

But the times they spend together are a far cry from the times Clay spent with his dad. At crime scenes, experiences that haunt him still.

“I'll never forget the side of them recovering is more from that well.”

Nor will he ever forget the day the more case came back into his life. Remarkably, it was on his father's birthday. There are connections to some things that we just can't explain. I got chills on me now thinking about it. None of it would have happened without Leslie Ianuzi, a distant relative of Guendalin Moore.

It all started after she found a photo of a woman she didn't recognize in a family album.

No. Her mother merely explained who Guendalin was and her tragic end.

“What was it about this that peaked your interest any further than that?”

I guess because nobody ever talked about it, it was just like everything was all covered up. And I just wanted to know what happened. I saw something in her face when she saw Guendalin's picture that I knew she was going to pursue that. Not everyone in the family was happy about it.

Gwen's sister Pat, that first I thought, no don't dig this up, it's in the past.

You know, just let well enough alone. But Leslie wanted answers. She combed the internet looking for obituaries. She called Sheriff's departments, checked out the local county archives. And finally struck Paderd, here at Atlanta's vital records office,

where she found Guendalin Moore's death certificate. Once I got the death certificate, that was just, that was the best part for me. It showed not only that the death was no accident, but that everyone back then knew it. Does the death certificate actually say homicide on it? Well, it has the choices and it has, you know, the little box beside it, whether it's a homicide accident.

And it is marked as a homicide.

“So your question then was, where's the police report?”

It was what I wanted to see at that point. And no one could ever give me one. I kept getting different people with, you know, we'll see what we can find. We'll see what we can find, but nobody could ever give me anything. Leslie was convinced someone had gotten away with murder.

There you are. I mean, kind of at a standstill, right? What broke the log jam? Clay Bride.

Leslie's persistence finally led to Clay being assigned to the case.

What you got for me? And then he had a surprise for her. Before we talk about anything, he says, "I just wanted you to know I was there." And I said, "What do you mean?" And he says, "I was there when they pulled her up out the well that day."

He was there with his father. Could you believe that? No. You know, it was something he carried with him for a long time. It had so much age on it.

But as far as developing a suspect, it's what any problem. You knew who you were going after. Oh, absolutely. You just needed to build the case. You needed to support it.

A case against Marshall Moore, Gwendolyn Moore's husband. But Moore was 67 and ailing. Many of the cops from back then were dead. As was the medical examiner who had checked homicide on the desert ticket. To prosecute Marshall Moore, Clay knew that he needed new evidence.

He needed to exume the body of Gwendolyn Moore. We met with the family and told him what we were up against. And we told him it was a long shot at best. I said, "Man, I said, I really don't want to do this. I'm almost at peace."

He told me, he says, "I wouldn't ask you to do this if we didn't really need to do this."

“And he said, "The only thing that I ask you to do is if you're going to bring this up”

again, it's going to hurt all over again." He said, "Please promise me that you'll have the conviction to see it through." Clay was at the grave site for the exumation. And he was with the Georgia Bureau of Investigation Pathologist for the autopsy. He was cleaning up the skeletal remains and he was looking and he looked at, you know,

at the cranium and they said, "I just don't see anything that resulted in her death." And without his finding something, we were through. Your case is nowhere. It was over. And then all of a sudden, his doctor's barrier is rebuilding skeletal remains on

table adjacent to the coffin. He says, "Oops, it's a provocative." Whoops, indeed. The bone, just in front of the voice box, called the high-oid bone, was fractured. There's not one way for it to be fractured in a traditional manner and that's with a thones and a manual shrine dilation.

So the lady was dead when she went in the way. Murder. Murder. Three decades after a teenage Clay Bryant watched Gwendoon Moore's body being pulled from the well,

the D.A. charged Marshall Moore with first-degree murder.

I didn't think it would go as far as it did. Now, this wouldn't have come to be without Clay. That's just hilarious, too. Marshall Moore went free on bond, insisting through his attorney William Stemburg that he is innocent. And as far as your cancer, that's he's saying it's still her. It's in remission.

He argued he couldn't get a fair trial after all this time.

The defense, as you know, says, "Good Lord. Nobody's alive anymore. I can't call witnesses. How am I supposed to defend this guy?" He's sick. Why are they persecuting this man? It's not a question of persecution. It's a question of 34 years ago a tremendous wrong was inflicted on his post-1 and it began a long time

before they end. More lost is appeal. He would have to stand trial.

“And what is it going to be like for you to sit in that courtroom and look across and see him sitting there?”

I know what my mother went through. I'm a big boy now and I look at him dead in the eyes and say, "You were wrong. You won't put your hands on somebody now. Come put him on me." I'm a little enough and big enough now that I can defend my mom's reputation. But that showdown wasn't to be. Allen's father, Marshall Moore, died in 2005. Just before his murder trial was to begin. I really felt cheated.

Once it had went to trial and all the evidence had been shown, everybody would have known that my mother was murdered. Everybody. Do you feel any closer? No, no. I'll wind up taking that to my grave. Even so, Clay Bryant feels he got his man and that some measure of justice has been served. There's no doubt in my mind that the day that an arrest was made in this case,

somewhere somehow my dad looked down at me and smiled. And fate will intervene again. But this time, literally, with a bolt from the blue. And in Clay Bryant, another cold case, and another mystery. And guess where the answer, just might lie. Has anybody ever accused you of going to the well too often?

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Divine intervention for cold case clay and his boss, DA Pete Scandalakis. My boss at this bought a brand new Dodge Pickout truck. Flame fire red, four-door Dodge Ram 1500 pickup truck. And a pine tree broke off. Let me just like a pancake.

“There's an act of God bringing everyone together at the same time.”

The district attorney took his truck to a leg range repair shop. Owned by Tim Wilderson. This is Pete's truck. As you can see, the tree had actually fallen across it. Tim had heard about clay's success with the Gwendolyn Moore case and he was very interested, because he too was haunted by a long forgotten case. Tim was driving me home and asked me what I

opened up his father's case. And at that point I said, well, who is your father? And he said, Fred Wilkerson. 49-year-old Fred Wilkerson had seemingly vanished off the face of the earth. In November 1987. They had it in their head that he was a truck driver. He was on the road and he had skipped out. But even though he was in debt, Tim and his sister Tracy couldn't see their dad just leaving them. We knew that he wouldn't have just scone away on his own. That's

just not his nature. He would not have just left. He was the far chief. He was, you know,

a community guy in a family man. He was always a part of anything that we did. He came to dance

recitals, piano recitals, all those types of things. As you approach the Wilkerson case,

The only clue left behind, Fred's car. The same model as this one, found at the Atlanta

“airport a month after he disappeared. There were no fingerprints in this car here.”

None. In a words, the investigator's time. Call with clean as a happens to him. Even more suspicious, two uncast payroll checks in the glove compartment. A man is fixing to go assume a new identity. Surely he's not going to leave five or six hundred dollars, uncast. Apart from the car, Clay Bryant had very little to work with, but the deeper he dug, the piece of started to come together. The more he kept hearing one name,

that of Connie Quedon's, Fred's ex-girlfriend. Does she know how to work that fun? Yes, it's recording that. This home video shows Fred and Connie together at a Wilkerson family gathering.

Tim and Tracy blamed Connie for their parents divorce. They never did like her.

“He'd brought her to several Christmas gatherings and family unions and if we go see him, we had”

tolerate her, so. Connie Quedon's was divorcing her husband when she and Fred bought this property together in 1987. Clay Bryant says Fred built the house himself. This is the dream house. That this was it. This was going to be their marital residence. This was his gift to her. Fred was infatuated, even carving their initials in a tree. He loved her. As a matter of fact, he dated the property over to her for love and affection. Written on the day. On the day.

But Clay says that shortly after they moved in together, Connie wanted out of the relationship and she wanted Fred out of the house. By now Fred was broke and he wanted his half of the property back. On November 25, 1987, Fred sued Connie Quedon's. Two days later, she had him over here to the house to talk about it. And that's the last time anybody ever saw Fred Wilkerson.

“Was she ever considered a suspect? I think the interviewer one time when they really didn't”

have any hard evidence against her. I have nothing to hide. Nothing. Today, Connie Quedon says she can't imagine why anyone would think that she was involved in Fred's disappearance. I consider myself a devout Christian. I am a very compassionate person. I love animals. I love people. You said you were going to have a new debt from Friday. Damn you, we didn't say you just hope you sent a debt to you. I hate your damn debt.

But this would seem to show a somewhat less Christian side to Connie, who like to tape phone conversations. Here, she and Fred argue over dividing their property. This morning, I was ready to do anything to make an annual settlement with you. Well, damn you, you bastard. Outburst like this, don't surprise Michelle James, a former friend of Connie's. She said, she went in. She has a very gentle demeanor, this caring, nurturing top, until you cross her.

And when you cross her, oh boy. Angry or not, Connie insists there was no reason for her to want to get rid of Fred. You're saying that you owed Fred nothing. And that Fred's lawsuit and trying to recover this money was totally without any basis. It's right. It's totally without basis. Connie even denies that she and Fred ever were romantically involved. You're saying you

only had a business relationship with him? That's correct. I was under the impression that he basically

had built this house for you. No, that's not true. She enticed him over there with the intention of killing him and it's exactly what she did. But if so, where was the body? And everybody told us that his body was in the well on her property. Fred had to be in a place that was deep enough where he could go totally understood. But clay's suspicions weren't enough to get a search warrant and the case stalled. Until a tip led him to Lisa Holdermun and old friend of Connie's. I was at work and he

tracked me down. She'd given authorities her dynamite information nine years earlier. But somehow, it fell through the cracks. Lisa says the day after Fred disappeared, Connie asked her to come over to her house. She was outside waiting on me with the garage door down, which was odd. Connie said she needed to deliver a car to the Atlanta airport and she asked Lisa if I could drive her car

when I got there. I never seen the car she drove at all. But clay believed he knew whose car

“that was. Clay came back, excited, said I have found a witness at Drove Connie to the airport”

to drop off Fred's car. I said you are kidding. He goes, we've got it. I said get a search warrant. In September 2003, the Troop County Sheriff's Department descended on Connie's house. What happened then when you showed up here? All those years later. It was G. I can't imagine what y'all want to look for. I told the story before. Just cool as a cucumber so to speak. You didn't have a clue what they were there for? Not a clue. We all the way we're going to start a search at the location

of the old whale and at that point she says, if he's down there, I don't know anything about it. If he's down there, if he's down there, I don't know anything about it just what she said. While Connie waited inside with clay, Tracy and Tim waited outside with curious neighbors. I was scared to death. It was something that I had to say. I needed to see this. They started digging at 10.30.

For 90 minutes, crime scene technician searched for any sign of Fred. And all of a sudden, Agent Hunt called and said, Clay, we found human remains. I was stunned and I said, you gotta be joking. Connie was arrested on the spot. I just remember yelling, it's about time and charged with

first degree murder. I had no reason in the world to ever assume that Fred was dead.

None whatsoever. How did Fred Wilkerson end up in your will? I don't know, and that's something I'd like to know. 17 years after Fred's disappearance, Connie queens as about to go on trial. About to face a surprising body of evidence and a determined clay Bryant. He said, he thought you were the most evil person he had ever met.

“I happened to think Mr. Bryant wears horns. I think they've tried to build him up as a super cop.”

I would like nothing better than to bring him down. The murder, we believe, occurred right inside the lighted window in the laundry room downstairs. The piece of pipe marks the location of where the well was. And the day that we excavated it well, actually it was just as you see it here. There was no well that was visible. The well had been covered in the middle, completely covered in the middle 90s.

Connie queens again, very social. She knew what she needed to do. She engineered her a plan. She got her body to the well, and she couldn't have had a better, more convenient place to put a body. And I was in a Fred Wilkerson for 17 years. That's where he rested. It's been a year since cold case clay hauled what he believes is Fred Wilkerson's body

“out of Connie queens well. I'm innocent of the S crime. In fact she says, I think we should”

still be looking for him. Too many people have come forward and said they saw him after that date. I told my wife, I said, that is Fred Wilkerson. People like Harvey Woodham, a childhood friend of Fred, who insists he saw Fred and a Los Angeles hotel in July 2003. I was shocked. So shocked that he asked hotel security for a copy of the surveillance photo. Red Thia is free at going in the elevator. But district attorney Pete Scandalakis says he will prove Fred couldn't have been an LA

since he was at the bottom of Sweden's well. She lowered him in there and she killed him. And she did it. He says out of greed. What this case boils down to is a woman who is not going to give up her land is going to do anything she can to prevent her ex lover from getting her land. That's the motive. That's the motive. Connie's attorney, Skin Edge, could she possibly be

so cold-blooded as to basically execute her ex lover and throw him in a well? Exactly. Exactly.

I mean, that's the question. Is she the type that would do that? We think not.

because DNA tests can't identify the bones positively as Fred's. Since 1987, have you heard

“from your father? No. Fred's son, Tim, takes the stand. What type of person was your father?”

He was well-liked. Easy going, I guess everybody liked him. Describe his temperament for the jury. It took a lot for Nathan. It was his temperament. He was like saying he was easy going. And Tim gives details that might help identify his father. Can you tell us that we familiar if your dad wore dentures or not? He did that dentures. Tell us what type of things your father would carry in his pockets.

Tasty. Everywhere you went. Call you this wooden spoon. It calls Clay Bryant. Clay Bryant recalls the discovery at Connie's well. Agent Hun called it and he said, "We found human money."

“It's something the prosecutor apparently thinks jurors should see for themselves.”

The owner states about 10 to 10 in the exhibit that is the contents of the well, which includes the remains of Fred Welcherson. And in fact, over a defense objection. We objectively be brought into the court room. Elections over room. Clay Puylesian, what he believes is none other than Fred Wilkerson. Have you ever been associated with the case where the remains of the victim were brought into the courtroom? In my 20 years as a prosecutor this the first time I've done that.

That was pretty amazing. Well, we thought that the jurors should see it and we thought we could

explain this was Mr. Wilkerson in the grave. Forensic anthropologist and war crimes expert

“Dr. Jay Snow begins by describing the physical evidence he found. This is a pretty good male.”

We have fairly strong brow ridges coming. And the DA makes the connection to Tim's earlier testimony. Dr. One of the things that the family had told us is that Mr. Wilkerson wore dentures. Did you find dentures when you were excavating the the well-sighted? These are the dentures for the manpower. The jaw. And if that's quite nicely on the jaw, did you find any chapstick when you were excavated? I did. This is found in the pants pocket. Dr. Where the pants do you have the pants

there? Thanks right here. Would you please held those up? When the body was found was where the sculptural man's steel inside those pants are there. And he says the cause of death is obvious. We have an up-long defect in the top of the skull and I've certainly used many many times over Bosnia primarily there victimism and execution. Go back in your mind. It's November 27, 1987. What exactly do you think happened in this room? Miss Queens made the statement that she was

cutting off closet rods and they're behind me back here. You can see the up on the wall up here. This wall was lined with closet rods. He's down on his hands and knees and he's cutting the pipe off on the carpet and she walks up over his head and shoots him in top of the hip. This is called a keyhole defect. Keyhole gunshot wound. The bullet went from this direction, from the back of the head, about four o'clock position in this direction here. Dr. Did you find any other things around

the body? We found some height. It seems like a very neat fit, but prosecutors have one big problem. If Connie Queedon's in fact murdered Fred down here in the laundry room as they insist she did, then how did she, a small woman, managed to move him the entire length of a football field, 140 yards all the way over to here, the site of the old well. We're talking about 170 pound man, 5 foot 10 dead weight. If you believe what they're saying, and that's not an easy thing to do.

We want to demonstrate to the jury that this is not that supple. The defense's demonstration comes at the expense of Chief Investigator Willis Grisard. It makes the point. Yeah, a lot of difficulty moving that dummy. I've cared here with four of us. That's a lot different.

Connie was basically the same size as he was. Connie could use a chain saw, she took fence post,

she'd do whatever she needed to do. Plus, she had horses and ATV and almost a day to move the body.

had any problem. That caused Gary Quedon's. Back in court, the prosecutor calls Connie's

estranged husband Gary Quedon's, who describes what he found the night after Fred disappeared. When I went downstairs, I came right across a pistol that was laying on the floor on the carpet. What kind of pistol was it? A PPK that I'd given my wife for protection a couple of years before.

“Connie's ex-husband. Why was his testimony important? Well, he found the gun. He found the gun”

that we believe was used in the murder. In fact, years later, investigators couldn't find score one for the defense. He's a misgantelike's cognizance witness. But that does little to

blunt the prosecutions parade of devastating character witnesses. He always said she don't get mad,

she gets even. Anybody that has caused her path has ended up in jail or dead? Stay called Gary Quedon. Even Connie's own son, Garrett, testifies against her. Have you ever seen your mother become violent towards your father? To go towards Gary Quedon's? They would get in a real bad arguments and stuff and slam indoors and stuff like that. When my son got on the stand and said that I couldn't believe it. Is that your son? I know. I know. And it really hurt.

Kill them and put them in the well. The case is circumstantial, but in the end,

“the prosecutor seems confident. Have you heard one piece of evidence here that proves she's innocent?”

Ladies and gentlemen, if I have ever seen a case riddled with reasonable doubt, this is it.

Why did you decide not to testify? I think that this was more of a character assassination than it was to find me guilty of the crime. Connie Quedon's fate is now in the jury's hands. If 12 in light and jurors look at this circumstance, there's no doubt in my mind, they will come to the conclusion that Fred Wilson was murdered at night. And that he was placed in that well. And that Connie Quedon's dead there.

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But as she awaits the jury's verdict, Fred's ex-lover, Connie Quedon's main teens at Clay Bryant has got it all wrong. I did not kill anyone, and I did not know of that body and that well. The jury deliberates for just three hours. If they come back and say that I'm

“acquitted that I'm not guilty, I will thank God. And my attorney. You have a verdict, Madam Paul?”

Yes, Your Honor. The state of Georgia vs. Connie, Kean Quedon's count won. We the jury found the defendant guilty. The worst Fred Wilkerson's children, Tim and Tracy, have waited a lifetime to hear. Count two, we the jury found the defendant guilty. And it's a life sentence for Connie Quedon's "I need a personal appeal." And if you take this lady into custody, please.

I didn't get my hopes up. I was just scared. She got away so much. For so many years. For so many years. Your sister has said several times that, you know, a bad thing happened to a good man. Oh, yeah. Your thoughts are stood with him? Yes, madam. Miss, don't bring him back.

For sure. But, you know, we're happy to. Thank you. God bless you. Thank you so much. Tracy, thanks the jurors, one by one. This is my day's day in court. And this is for him. I'm not my mother. They both put me something else. Two days after the trial, Tracy and Tim give their father the proper burial that Connie Quedon's

There's been a burden lifted off of. She's in jail, where she belongs.

It's hopes she'll never be able to get out. For Clay, it's a fitting end.

“What is it about going back and solving these old crimes that is so satisfying?”

It's just so gratifying to be able to step in and set this, set the record straight and give them

if there is such a thing as close or something like this. At least give it some finale. His father perhaps would be proud.

“One thing that he tried in stealing me was just us or something that in the end we have control over.”

Do a little work and diligence it. You could find right.

And Clay Bryant always seems to know where to find it.

“It's been the bond of several jokes around. Now, you need to go outside and shake.”

You got no well and you're property. You see me out there, you know, you got a problem. Nothing could make me any effort than what I did. Connie Queen's was denied parole in 2013 and is currently serving a life sentence.