What She Buried | 2. Digging a Hole

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He's a tall, lanky guy, exceptionally courteous. He's retired now.

“He lives in the countryside southeast of Dallas,”

and a ranch home that's been immaculately decorated by his wife.

Not one thing in this house is mine that Apple is here.

It's all her. Yes. I just pay for it. You know, married couples have his money hurt money. We just have her money.

Yeah, yeah, but look at her nice little- Yeah, I'm happy. Yeah, I'll keep her. Gary Sweet seems content enough in retirement, but he also misses the job.

I say in this, I know it probably comes off to the average person wrong, but some of those cases are a lot of fun to work. I mean, they are. I enjoyed 25 years of working house as I love my job. I loved going to work.

“I loved when the phone rang at 2 o'clock in the morning.”

I loved it. So on Friday, October 12th, 2007, Gary was happy to be the one to speak to the investigators from the Department of Veterans Affairs. The one's looking into Michael Giles' disappearance. And even though it was the end of the work day,

he was happy to drive out to Michael Giles' house on Wood Creek Lane and inspect the concrete slab in the back. The concrete slab that did not look right. As soon as Gary saw the slab, he called out a canine unit with a cadaver dog.

And the handler comes out of the lady and they immediately start. She has a big pole with handles on it. She's poking holes all around the yard. And then she pokes holes under that concrete slab. The canine handler has only been able to poke holes

a few inches deep in most of the yard. But around that concrete slab, the entire pole sinks in. Four feet deep. It means the soil hasn't settled. The cadaver dog perks up.

The handler perks up too. And she said, "I don't really consider that a true hit." Yes, it's a reaction. Heat the dog barked and pollen at the ground. And it didn't do that at any other hole.

But she wanted it to be stronger. So nothing definitive. Nonetheless, that slab with its unusual shape and its strange location and its unsettled soil. It's all adding up for Gary.

This can't end well. From Sony Music Entertainment and Campside Media, this is what she buried. I'm Justin Vanderland, episode two, digging a hole. The VA investigators,

the ones who had met Michael Giles sister Gwen in the Lowe's parking lot, who had shown up at the Garland Police Department and talked to Gary Sweet. They had been able to put together a rough timeline of what had happened at Michael Giles' house over the past 15 months. The month since Michael had bowed out of his sister Gwen's

Fourth of July Barbecue. When Gwen had gone to check on Michael's house a couple weeks after the barbecue

and saw it cleared out, she never went back.

But there had been a house for rent sign in the window. What Gwen didn't know was that a local realtor had been hired to facilitate the rental process. The woman who hired the realtor said she was the goddaughter, or maybe the granddaughter, or maybe was the daughter of Michael Giles.

Memory is very. Anyway, in August, a man runs the house and September he moves in with his young family.

The first weird thing comes about two months after the rent removes in.

“One day he's taking a shower when he hears a woman's voice coming from the direction of the”

backyard. He dresses, hustles out there, and notices that she's directing a contractor to do a bit of work. He's like, "Um, hello?" She walks up to him and she says she's the owner's goddaughter, or granddaughter, or daughter. Again, lots of different recollections here. Anyway, she's the one that's handling the property. She explains that she is having a contractor install a patio.

The contractor's already there getting ready to poor concrete. His end product is the slab. It's placed kind of randomly, the rental thinks, just a strip in the back of the house. There isn't even a door that leads to it, but the rental shrugs it off.

“The second weird thing happens a couple months later.”

In January, 2007. The rental gets a letter with terrible news. The owner's goddaughter/granddaughter/daughter, the one who is having the slab poured. She has died. Sutton, tragic, apparently in a hit-on collision. On the way to church, no less. The letter is signed by someone named Treesy Knight. Treesy Knight explains that she is also a relative of the owner.

The house is being sold, and the rental, who just moved in, has to be out by the end of the next month.

The third weird thing happens just a few weeks later.

A postcard arrives, addressed to Michael Giles, the owner. It's from the VA, and it says that the house is being foreclosed on. The rental finds this whole thing very bizarre.

“His rent checks are being cached, so why aren't Michael Giles' relatives paying the mortgage?”

Does Michael Giles even know about this? And why have his family members left instructions that no one, under any circumstance, can dig in the backyard? The rental contacts the VA, and reports that he and the Realtor both suspect that something is a miss. That's the case that makes its way to Gary Sweet, late in the day on Friday, October 12th.

"We quantitative here, she was the first name we got." Quonetta Harris, that was the name of the woman the rental had met when the concrete slab was being poured. He was saying that it was Quonetta Harris at first, and then he had gotten a letter or something about that Quonetta Harris had been killed in an accident, or so we start digging into Quonetta Harris and find out there's no record of Quonetta Harris died anywhere.

And we pull her up, and she has an alias of Tracy Nat. Tracy Knight, the woman who had taken over after Quonetta Harris, had supposedly died. Quonetta's middle name is Yatrice, growing up, everyone called her Tracy. Now Quonetta's name starts popping up everywhere. But Garland police investigators track down a teenager who sometimes does landscaping work with his father

and uncle. The teenager remembers that two summers ago he had been hired to dig a hole. In the backyard of a house on Wood Creek Lane, he also remembers the dimensions of the hole. About six feet long, three feet wide. A woman hired him, looked him up and down and said, "Make the whole kind of your size, but longer." And the teenage landscape of remembers where he had dug the hole. Right where the concrete slab

now sits. The detectives show him a photo line up. All six pictures were together. And we showed him a line up and he picked out Quonetta Harris as a lady hired him to dig the hole. Quonetta Harris. Again. The teenage landscape or tells detective something else, too. The woman he'd IDed in the photo line up as Quonetta Harris had offered his family all the furniture

in Michael Giles' house for just $300. They took two truckloads, pretty much everything. Except for the living room couch, it had a red stain on it. The woman told them, "It's just paint."

The couch was long gone, never found. But the teenage landscape or remembered what he thought at the time.

That red stain does not look like paint. So, now Quonetta Harris is the focus of Gary Sweet's investigation, but investigation into what exactly. Technically, Michael Giles is simply missing.

I don't think I've ever had that. We're at, I knew my suspect before I knew I had a victim.

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In prison, you're suspended in time. It's impossible to escape your past. When I was clear on that, when I visited her in Texas, this one thing about other theory confined with there is no distraction, so you can't run from yourself. People go mad.

“You can't run from yourself. You have to face, there's no TV, there's no social media,”

the radio doesn't work. When you're alone like that, everything you have ever done bad in your life, you think about things you thought you forgot. It's just process. When you wonder, what made me think this was good idea? What made me think that was a good idea from when I was

teenager, the stupid things that I got older, the stupid things. The first stupid thing that came

to mind. Mary and Yon, because I wanted independence, and I love. She was referring to Tony. Her first husband. The young, Air Force recruits she met at the mall when they were both teenagers. The guy she married right away, just to get out of Detroit. Wherever Tony was stationed, Queneta went, first to California, then to an Air Force base in England. There, whenever Tony was sent away on assignments, other airmen would check in on Queneta.

Michael Giles was one of them. Everybody did try to check? Check on me, drags on me. Told Tony, told people, I said, I don't want nobody to check at only, but I was the young, but I was like 21 or so, and everyone else were older Mary. And Giles was like, I'm just gonna check on you myself. Michael Giles was a master sergeant, 12 years older than Queneta, an unmarried, no family of his own. At first, to Queneta, he seemed paternal.

Then, as her marriage with Tony was crumbling, Queneta says her relationship with Michael became romantic.

"He helped me, leave Tony, and I've always felt obligated to him for that."

Their relationship continued after Queneta and Tony separated. After she moved back to Detroit. After Michael retired from the Air Force and returned home to Dallas.

“It was long distance, on again, off again, and basically a secret.”

Which is why in October 2007, when Detective Gary Sweet was finding out about the whole in the concrete slab and the red stain on the couch, nobody in Texas knew what the connection was between Michael Giles and Queneta Harris. Not Detective Sweet, not Michael's sister Gwen, not his cousin Carnita. Nobody had ever even heard Queneta's name. Michael Giles didn't tell anyone about Queneta Harris, and Queneta Harris also kept their

dead tragic incident happened." Princess Powell was almost like a sister to Queneta back in the day.

“"I'm Mother Jeff first cousin, and that makes us second cousins, officially, but we were really”

close going up, and we'll be really close." Princess knew Queneta very well. She understood how her relationship with Michael Giles worked. She would go down there, she would visit him, she'll come back, what about fire going in? He would, you know, pay for a lot of things very, you know, generous with her, he would pay for her kid's school clothes, he would do this, he would do that, but it took a trip. You know, as far as Princess knew, these were two adults that had a quid pro quo going.

Not just sex, but also companionship and exchange for money, or for help on a car payment. Or a tuition fee, transactional for both of them, to a point. Michael Giles was

somebody she would never in love with. He was just a means to something. They had an agreeable

relationship, it was what it was. She was thankful for him at times, and they were really friendly

“in everything, but there was no great love there. You know, she never saw Michael Giles again,”

she wouldn't sweat a tear, and if he never saw her, he may have been a little bit more, you know, because of her youth and her beauty, but for her, now that that wasn't somebody she wanted. If she wanted Michael Giles, she could have had 10 times over. Princess hadn't met Michael in person, but if he called when she and Quinnetta were hanging out, Princess might hop on the line, say hi. I always told him to be a kind of a happy, colloquy type of guy, you know, I had no, no, bad

into wishes about him or anything. I just knew he was very friendly, and I know he was very generous with her, and I tell them, oh, okay, you guys have fun, you know, we're just nice, short and sweet.

And to her credit, she's never told me anything negative about him. She's never told me that he's ever

beaten her, roughed her up or anything other than that matter. He actually tweeted her better, didn't her official men. Her official men. Ever since they were young, Princess noticed that Quinnetta had no shortage of unsavoury guys hanging around, because sometimes when you're a light, you attract darker entities, Quinnetta was the light as far as Princess was concerned. Even now, even after everything. Princess knows that a part of Quinnetta has always been compassionate.

You had a great big heart, and she did a lot of things for people. You know, she did a lot of things. She just wasn't just, she just, you know, she was a type of person that, if she knew somebody down the street needed some food, she would give them food. She would buy the food, her and her mother. They were like that. They were very kind. They fed many and helped many people who were in need. If I need something, I can call her mother and her mother to give it to me.

If I say, I'm hung, we have whatever her mother would want to get to film my fidgeted up before. That's just, you know, they had that kindness in the goodness in them. Princess and Quinnetta were both nurses. They worked together frequently, stuffing nursing homes and rehabilitation centers. Princess saw how Quinnetta's caring played out on a daily basis. She was a very attentive to her patients, you know. She was very

attentive to whom she did whatever what was required. Maybe the two cousins got along so well

because they were in and in. Princess is introverted. Always preferred to observe from the sidelines.

Not Quinnetta. She was born and beautiful. She was always good looking on all that. When she had attracted a lot of people, she was never snoopy as naughty about it. She always wore the best clothes even when my peers. My mother couldn't afford that stuff. So, I wore hammy downs and stuff. But she wore everything designer and everything. So, you know, she was always the sin of attention as they grew older. Princess marbled at how smart her cousin was. She's highly intelligent.

And she can retain a mass amount of information. She reads something. She knows it. And she'll remember it. She doesn't have to study in a way. Other people needs to study. So, she has that type of brain power. And Quinnetta's intelligence was captivating. She'll talk and she'll talk and she's a talker. And she'll when people over and they be so enamored with her. I mean, they are. They are. People when they meet her, it's like they

own a high. And this slowly was surely, you know, that high comes down.

“But since she may be like on a high and then they, then then what would happen?”

Well, you know, Quinnetta is a liar too. So, I always thought her as a, you know, one of those, that ritual liars. She will lie just to keep the conversation going. If she's in with the room with a doctor, you would swear she was a doctor. And she would give the impression that she was a doctor. And she would morph into that role as being a doctor. There was something almost

Quinnetta, Princess was saying, was smart and charismatic enough to convince people which was like them.

“One of them. It seemed enviable. It could have been innocuous.”

Except there was a darker side to the way Quinnetta operated Princess was saying. The way she could slip into and out of situations. The way she could use her talents and other people's interests and weaknesses to get what she wanted. Maybe what she felt she needed. It began with some shoplifting and light scamming. Back when Quinnetta was still a young military wife when she was married to Tony, pregnant with their son and living in California.

She got a job at it toys our us with the full intention of stealing things for her baby. She told me as much. She also told me that later she worked at contemporary casuals and she let some girls take clothes at a deep discount pocket at the cash. Tony, her husband back then, he says there was more. He claims she also wrote fake checks when she was on military bases. Tony remembers that the Air Force Special Investigations Office looked into it.

There were no charges. And Tony also swears that Quinnetta stole $3,500 from a totally troll store where she briefly worked. She denies this. Again, no arrests. No charges. But Princess remembered Quinnetta running scams too. Years later, during their time working together. Some of the things she did, some of the scams she did, she should sit down to me break it all down and laugh. Guess what I did? This is done by the fuck over here.

I mean, that's just, you know, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, and we'll have a drink or something. I'll be drinking. I said, you did what? And she was like, yeah, I did this. I was like, girl, you're gonna go to jail. You're gonna go to jail. You're gonna go to jail. I scolded her. I told her, you are fucking up. You are a nurse. You make good money. Why is you scamming people? You're asking, go to jail. You're not going to raise your kids.

“You know, and I was pissed at her. And her only thing was, what do you want? Do you, I can give you something?”

I was like, no, no, no, no, no, no, you are fucking up. It came to a head in early 2006. The two didn't speak for a while.

This always happened when Princess called her cousin out.

Quinnetta gave her the silent treatment, and then eventually she came back. Toward the end of June, Princess's phone rang. I got a call. I don't know how many weeks later. Can you take me to the airport? Quinnetta said she was going to Texas to see Michael Giles.

Princess knew what that usually meant. She didn't go down there, and they're gonna screw, and they're gonna bump on you know, and she's gonna come back with $5,000, actually, always does.

“So I was like, oh, you need school clothes, money. School clothes coming up.”

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As Gary Sweet was looking into the suspicious concrete slab in October 2007,

the family of Michael Giles was just waiting, the days moved slowly. The family started a website, find Michael Giles.com, the cruise ship wedding, which at one time had everyone in a panic, and they were praying, it had really happened. Michael's sister Gwen was filled with dread,

and she had one particular worry above all.

“If something happened to Michael, how would their mom go on?”

He used to go and chat. He didn't do any wrong in my mom's eyes.

He always was there for her.

In the autumn of 2007, after a very difficult life, Gwen and Michael's mom was already in a fragile place. She raised six kids plus three, grandkids, nine kids total, and she had a nervous breakdown at that time, and you couldn't leave her by herself.

So Gwen kept her mom in the dark, first long as she could. The tech to Sweet called and said that they had been over to Mike's house, and that they found their area that hit on something and wanted to let us know, because he was all over the news, and everything missing military guy.

And so they told me that they were going to be out there. The FBI evidence recovery team would be breaking up the slab and digging beneath it. It had been exactly a week since Gwen had first heard that the VA was investigating her brother's disappearance. Now Gwen headed over to his old house to stand with us.

Me and my sister Cheryl, we were all back there. They were there about seven in the morning. They had to look ten up and all the people with the white home, and all that, oh yeah, we stood up there the whole day waiting. And it was hot.

Don't we call it top this fine all over? When it was big old things, what all the cops entered, and all that. At the exact same time, detective Gary Sweet was on his way to find Quenetta in Detroit.

He'd never been there before, and he only had a passing awareness of the local history.

How the big car manufacturers had outsourced jobs and shuttered factories. How middle-class union workers, many of them black people who had left the south and hopes of making a better life fell into poverty. How racist lending practices meant that the city was among the most segregated in America. And a housing crisis was ever worsening.

But Gary Sweet knew about Detroit's reputation as a blighted place.

“Looking out the window of his car, that's what he focused on.”

You know, here in Texas, you drive down the road, and you sit across on the south road. You know, there was a traffic fatality there. About every third house, there's a cross on the porch. Houses are burnt down. The area we were in, and I'm not saying this about all of Detroit, many means.

Because there were some nice areas. But the area we were in, it was bad. Yeah, I was like, holy cow. This is a pretty depressed town. When Gary Sweet gets to Quinnetta's neighborhood, he's relieved. She lives on a sweet block in a simple, comfortable house.

He parks nearby. So as we're sitting there for maybe a few hours, just waiting. We're getting constant feedback, hey, we're digging, we're digging. And then I was getting feedback to hey, we're starting to get a smell of the calm. As we're waiting, she comes walking out.

And now we got a decision.

“I'm thinking, oh, crab, do we let her get in the car and try to follow her and lose her?”

And as often, I'm just going to go up to her. I'm going to stall her, because they're getting close. And we literally have a warrant pretty much topped out, waiting to add the final part to it. And get a sign immediately once we find the body. Gary Figures, Quinnetta, is probably just going to the store.

But Canada's right across the river. He approaches her. Are you going out of here? So I'm Detective Sweet Garden of Texas. I sit down and investigate and you miss a person looking for Michael Jazz.

She says, oh, Michael's missing. She says, yeah, you know Michael, she comes in. She invites us in the house. The place is clean and cute. Quinnetta is calm and pleasant.

Gary starts explaining. The reason we're here talking to you is because his car is now registered to you. And you're using money on his bike account. So we're here to find out how you know him. And I thought she had a really good answer for that.

Because we were going to check it out. But her reply was, oh, yeah, we have a kid together. And he just put me on his accounts. So he does a pay child support. But whatever I need, I just get.

And he gave me the car.

And I thought, really, at first, just split second.

Oh, crap, maybe that's, you know, that could be. Could be. But in reality, it was not.

Gary and Quinnetta keep chatting.

He's running low on material. And I'm like hurry up with this results of this dig. Because now I've run out of official police talk. So now we're talking about her DVD collection. And I'm stalling everything. I got anything in the house. I'm trying to just talk.

And then I get the call back in Garland. The coroner's van has parked on Wood Creek Lane. The FBI team is finished. They came out and told us they failed. Michael's body was buried under the slab.

“And the worst thing about it is I had to leave and go tell my mom.”

That was a hot thing every day. It was to have to tell her that. I couldn't even tell her. I gave her the flyer.

And so she wanted to go over there.

And so she got in the car and we went over. And she talked to the people. And that was it. That was it. That's how we found him.

Yeah. And we went over to July 19th. My mom knew Mike was in there. He was there. And I just thought that.

Yeah. She knew. That was her gut child. And Gary knows that a body's been found. But he thinks, if I arrest Quenetta now,

I'm not going to get a confession. He wants a confession. So he decides to appeal to the Universal Human Desire to make bad shit go away. So at that point, instead of a messenger,

“I ask her, would you mind coming down to the station and talking to us?”

And she wasn't real keen on coming down to the police station. But I kind of prodded myself and being a master BS or so. I said, hey, look, I said, there's computers there. We can verify some of the things you're telling us there at the station that we can't do here. And I said, if you can come to the station with us,

we can get this over with. And I won't have to bother you anymore. And I saw the lights go off in her head when I said, we won't have to bother you anymore. Like, oh, this will be over.

That look. And it's not she didn't actually say it. She goes, oh. Well, yeah, sure. In 2007, Quenetta Yatrice Harris was 35 years old.

If you passed her by, you'd guess she was just a soccer mom. When she's not in her nursing scrubs, she wears sweats,

“or jeans, her hair is usually tied back in a ponytail.”

She doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, eats clean, loves to read women's fiction, plays a lot of Mary J. Blasch. She drives a decent car, works a respectable job. Quenetta had big dreams when she was a kid. Maybe the biggest?

She'd get out of Detroit. She tried, moved across the country, across the world, studied nursing, got her license. But by the time Gary Sweet walks up to her on that sidewalk, she's had two failed marriages, and she's back,

a few blocks from the bungalow where she grew up, living with a guy she dated in high school. She's trying once again to make a family.

She's just had her third child, a baby girl,

four months old, and still breastfeeding. She also has a 14-year-old son and a six-year-old daughter. So when Gary Sweet intercepts her on the sidewalk that day, everything is at stake for Quenetta Harris. Was it just lights going off in her head,

and this will be over like Gary Sweet thought? Maybe in part. But Quenetta is a black woman born and raised in Detroit, a city with a long and documented history of police brutality. So no matter how gentle Gary Sweet is talking,

and no matter how composed Quenetta seems, she has good reason to be scared. In her letters, she's shared with me how she feels about the police. The cops in Detroit don't help us, she told me. Anyone who thinks they might is from another planet.

So Quenetta Harris, of Detroit, on planet Earth, meets Gary Sweet and makes a quick assessment. She decides, don't resist, acquiesce, give yourself time to think. This is Detective Fortywood about our police department.

We're in Detroit, Michigan, October the 19th, 2007, 620 p.m. in your name.

Quenetta as a general person.

This is your rights and we'll read these to you and let you learn with me. Gary and Quenetta are sitting in an interview room. He's laying it all out. Michael Giles SUV registered to her. All that man's money in her account.

The Teenage Landscaper pointed at her picture in the lineup. Said, "That's the lady who hired me to date the whole." And Quenetta asks, "What hole?"

“"You don't remember her, and she's my big sister.”

I didn't know anybody to date no home." I can picture her. What Gary Sweet probably saw. An attractive put together woman. Self-possessed.

And her tone. It's decisive. She doesn't skip a beat.

He identified you out of six pictures.

And if what bothers me about all this is, we had this kid come back out to the house. And he'll play it for the current pre-slave is. And so that's where you had him dig the hole. And then we were curious why the current pre-slave was poured there.

And we had another totally unrelated person that has nothing to do with this kid. Don't even know that kid. Says that you came out with a character and had him put this kind of slave there. This is what bothers me about him. I think it's interesting.

I mean, I don't see what's going to happen. I don't see what's going to happen. I don't see what's going to happen. I don't see what's going to happen. I don't see what's going to happen.

I don't see what's going to happen. Gary Sweet realizes he's not getting anywhere with this woman.

Let me tell you, let me just get to the point.

And we'll be around the bush with a whole thing. We had the concrete slabs torn up, and we had it dug up. And mine was not missing anywhere. Okay. Because Michael was under the concrete slabs that you had poured down there.

I didn't have that point. And now hold that you had dug. I didn't have that whole dug. You're in a lot of trouble. I don't have no team there to dig no hole for real.

“The best thing you can do, you have a perfect way to clean your own history.”

As far as I can tell, you've got some traffic tickets. We're looking at murder right here. You try to say that I did something to Michael. She seems surprised, but she keeps her cool. Michael's been found underneath that concrete slabs that you are identified as having poor.

We have a kid that identified you as having the whole dug to bury that person. The kids bestifies the hole. And really, it's time to witness this. I wouldn't account to you telling me to somebody identified me based on the problem. Yes, hold on.

Yeah, hold on. Six picture photo line up. We put six picture random pictures. I was one of the six. And they take you out.

Every one of these people picked you out. Every one of them. But they picked you out as doing these specific things. I'm telling you right now. I'm trying to make a murder.

I murder.

“You're murdered like I can go to death till the people.”

She's incredulous. This cannot possibly be happening. Not necessarily that there. It could be. I guess it could be a cap of murder.

Mac on my turn. You know, I want to speak to a single man. I like to turn later. Call my turn. Next time on what she buried.

We won't get a lot. We didn't just shoot it, but it's convenient. It isn't escalating. So I had my friend and he joined the list of her. My last place.

And they was registered to jail. I got in a truck to smell smell like old man. We found a notarized power of attorney. Granting her access to everything. And we want to find out who signed that.

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