I'm still hurt.
I'm still mad.
And... no trust.
I lost that.
I always tell my grandkids and great-grandkids,
always watch your back and...
...don't be...
don't think everybody's your friend, you know?
Yeah.
I had raised all five of my kids in Kansas.
I had two boys and three girls, and Lonzo is the baby.
Growing up, he was...
upset because half the time when the kids went somewhere,
he couldn't go because he was the youngest one.
This is Alonzo's jacket.
He used to wear it all the time.
I wear this jacket and...
I just put it on,
just 'cause I know it's his.
It makes me feel good, you know, comf--
You know, like he's around me.
He was definitely her baby.
He was her heart.
He was her youngest boy,
and they had a really strong, tight relationship.
And this is him when he was three years old.
Karate. He loved to do karate, 'cause he was in a karate thing.
He was always a kind, little, sweet, shy but playful kid.
He was a loving person.
A fun person.
And he got along with everybody.
As a young man, when he was growing up,
he was polite to everybody.
It was nice to see that, growing up as a young man like that.
He was a neat freak. Clean.
Had to have, like,
his shorts and pants creased up.
His favorite color was red,
so he was pretty much either in red or black.
Always wore boots and a beanie.
Always had a beanie on, and he kept it down, you know,
right above-- right above his eyelids,
so you could barely see his eyeballs.
We grew up in Topeka, Kansas.
I actually left there when I was 18,
and, uh, Alonzo moved to Gardner, Kansas with my mom.
Topeka is more urban, more urban sprawl.
-Gardner is a lot slower.
It's more... suburbia.
When we were younger, I would, you know, tease him
and punch him and, you know, try to make him hard, you know.
And, uh, try to make him grow up too fast.
And my mom used to get on us about-- get on me about that.
And, you know, "Leave him alone," you know?
Like, you gotta be hard, you know?
You gotta be tough out here. You can't be weak, you know?
People take advantage of you.
His nickname is Zo.
There's him with a football.
He loves that football.
He was... always messing up my hair.
I used to get so mad. I miss that, you know?
I miss that a lot, but, uh...
That day...
he said that he's going to a party.
And I said, "What party are you talking about?"
He goes, "This guy's leaving to the service
and we're all gonna go out there."
And I go, "Well, who's 'we'?"
The person who came for him was Justin.
I'm not really sure how I learned of the party.
I don't recall that it was something that was planned out weeks in advance.
That's-- That's not really how our group was. It was more of...
"Hey, heard this is going on. The hell with it. Let's just go."
All I know is somebody called and said,
you know, "Come out to this party. A bunch of us are going out. Um...
You guys wanna come out here?"
It was kinda just get on the phone, see who's all going out there,
and we headed out that-- that night.
Lonzo, I don't remember him going to like a ton of parties that we went to.
I mean, we were all a little bit younger than Lonzo.
He was about 22 years old, you know, somewhere in that range.
Trey, his little brother, was really good friends with my brother.
We used to play football, basketball, sports.
It was probably at football, the first time I met him.
We used to get together every Sunday, and, uh,
that's when I knew that he was an intense person.
Zo was a beast when it came to football.
But he'd go from knocking your ass in the dirt playing football,
to literally, you guys could just sit down and just chat.
I mean, he was just the easiest guy in the world to get along with.
I remember before we left Zo's house,
him fixing his socks.
He always wore two pair of socks, but he had...
like, rolled it down to tie his boot a little tighter.
A week before that, Alonzo was out there playing basketball
and he hurt his ankle, you know, so he was kinda limping.
He had blue jeans on,
a t-shirt, a sweater,
and he had that skull hat.
And he said, "I'll see you later, Mama." I said, "Okay, see you later."
It came time to leave, and we just started divvying up,
you know, who was riding with who.
Zo approached me and asked me if I-- who was riding with me,
and I said, "Nobody yet."
And he asked if he could jump in. Like, "Yeah, come on, man. Let's do it."
The party was in La Cygne.
I had never heard of La Cygne prior to that night.
It was roughly an hour,
maybe even a little bit more.
There's really not much to it.
It's a little, tiny, tiny Kansas town. Um...
I think they got, like, one gas station. No real grocery store, nothing like that.
There ain't nothing down there. Ain't houses everywhere,
ain't people everywhere. You're in the middle of the country.
When we got to the party,
the first thing I remember is the-- the long driveway going up to the house.
It's, uh, your normal country driveway, next to a creek.
There was a few people standing out and around the house.
Zo immediately screamed out, "Who wants a beer?"
That was how we initiated contact with everybody at the party,
was him yelling out, "Who wants a beer?"
Everybody at the party, I would say, was maybe 16 to 21 at the absolute most.
Everybody was playing flip cup or-- or something like that.
You had people kind of off to one side who were dancing.
You had guys inside playing cards.
Other drinking games going on.
Zo wanted to get in on it.
It was-- It was hilarious to watch.
Zo was having-- Zo was having a blast.
When I got to the party, Alonzo was already there.
I'd say there was about, you know, 30, 40 people there, maybe-- maybe 50.
I can remember six or eight people that were from Gardner,
from our group of friends that were there, but a lot of the people I didn't know.
Was a lot of people at that party,
and there was a tight group of people that were there,
people that I didn't know.
It was more of a country... type thing,
and we're-- we're not so much that, so, I mean, it was different that way.
A lot more of the cowboys and stuff.
But it was a good time, music was going, and I seen Alonzo off the bat.
He came up. He was in a great mood that night.
And it was a little off 'cause Alonzo's more of a quiet person
and that night he seemed more outgoing,
and Alonzo was enjoying himself a lot more that evening.
It was-- It was fun.
I seen Lonzo, he was in the kitchen.
I sat down with him for a little while. We had a couple of drinks.
I brought a little bottle of Jäger, and we took a couple shots together.
Then I walked away to talk to somebody real quick,
and when I turned around...
I don't know who it was, but him and another guy
just were getting into it and were face-to-face with each other.
Get your fuckin' hands off my woman!
Started seeming like they were gonna get serious,
so I stepped in between them,
pulled Lonzo to the side, moved this guy to the side,
tried to break it up.
There was some people at the party who had, you know,
problems with-- with people's skin color.
Our group didn't really think about race,
so it never really got brought up.
But Alonzo probably was the only black man that was there.
Alonzo, he didn't sweat nothing like that.
He didn't let that worry him at all. That wasn't gonna ruin his good time.
I think I was only there about an hour and a half.
We got a call about going to another party
and it happened quick when Nicky was like, "Oh, let's go, let's go."
That was my ride, so we had to take off.
I do remember saying bye to Lonzo,
and I remember, you know, shaking his hand,
and that was really it.
I left shortly after. I didn't stay long.
I was there maybe 45 minutes to an hour.
We just, you know, shook hands, did the hug, and then that was it,
and said, "Have a good night, Alonzo."
And that was pretty early. I'd say it was about 11 o'clock or so.
I figured Justin was gonna give him a ride home
and didn't really think nothing of it.
I smoked my last cigarette,
so I went to snatch a cigarette from Alonzo.
And he was also out,
and said, "Well, if you're gonna go get some smokes, grab me a pack too."
Then I left to go get us cigarettes.
Out of the driveway,
I should have gone left, and went right.
Ended up...
getting lost on some gravel roads, getting my car stuck,
and ended up about 30 minutes...
it would be, north of where I was supposed to be.
And, at that point,
I made a phone call to another buddy of ours that was at the party,
let him know to get ahold of Alonzo and tell him I got lost.
Um, I could hear Alonzo talking shit in the background
that I got lost and that I wasn't gonna make it back,
and for my friend Adam to give Zo a ride home.
I get this phone call and...
"Is Alonzo home?" and I go,
"Well, he should be home."
So that's when I go look in his room.
His bed's still made up.
He hasn't been in his room at all.
And that's when I start yelling for Alonzo,
you know, if he's down in the basement.
He wasn't there.
I said, "No, Alonzo's not home. Where is he at?"
He said, "Well, maybe he spent the night at somebody's house."
There's no way. He will always come home, no matter what.
So I said, "Call all these people and find out where he's at."
The next day when we all woke up,
everybody's phone started going off because everybody was like,
"Where's Lonzo? Who-- Who seen him last?"
I got a phone call that Sunday morning
that just asked if I seen Alonzo,
or if he made it home or not.
I told 'em, "I'm not real sure. I seen him when I left the party."
It's not like Lonzo to not come home.
-He would've at least called.
Somebody called me and said, "Hey, man, have you talked to Zo?"
I'm like, "No, last time I talked to him he was still at the party,
and, uh, Adam was gonna give him a ride home."
But what I've heard is that Adam believed that he had already left,
or they-- they missed each other.
How it didn't come-- that they didn't get together at the end of the night,
I'm-- I'm not sure.
I'm Rodney English, Alonzo's best friend.
I'm here at my mom's house. We're up in North Topeka.
That's where he grew up.
Played outside all the time.
We used to build ramps in the middle of the street
with some bricks and some wood, and we'd just...
jump our bikes.
Played basketball, football, in the yard.
Played King of the Hill.
Climb a little, you know, compost pile.
Hardest guy stands on top, and you try to knock him off.
Whoever stays on top's the king.
I don't know, he was just like a brother to me.
I got a call.
His mom asked me if I heard from Lonzo.
I'm like, "No, why?"
"Well, he went to a party last night and he ain't came home.
And the people that he went to the party with,
he ain't with them."
That was a sign there that, okay, something ain't right.
I didn't know his friends.
We met up in Gardner.
We went to go look for him.
Justin showed up to take us to where the party was at,
'cause we didn't know where to go. So he rode with me down to La Cygne.
That's the first time I met Justin and them.
We get to this old farmhouse that sits off back off this road and...
they say, "Well, the party was here."
So we get out and start walking around to look.
It came up between all of us, let's go check along the woodline,
make sure he didn't just get drunk and decide to sleep outside.
And we ended up crossing the street from the house.
I walked out of the driveway and across the street
just to, you know, look on the other side of the road,
and came upon his hat and a boot.
The hat and the boot was right over there, in between those two poles.
And his other boot we found right on the side of this creek bank.
They weren't, like, tucked under nothing. It's like nobody tried to hide them or,
you know, they coulda threw 'em in the trash can.
It's like somebody was driving down the road
when they pulled out of the farmhouse,
threw the hat and boot out this way, and then grabbed another boot
and threw it out as they was driving down the road.
That's the only theory I could come up with.
Now, why they would do that,
I have no clue.
Some guy rolled up on a four-wheeler and, uh...
came from back that way.
That's the guy that told us we had to leave.
At that point, we knew what was up.
Something's not right.
He's missing. Something's-- Something's totally wrong.
Something happened to my brother.
Sorry, but I gotta get the fuck outta here. I mean...
I do not feel safe at all.
The town we were in was definitely an all-white dominant town,
La Cygne was.
Definitely, you know, there's some racism involved down there.
It gets worse when you get down in-- you know, go a little more further south.
Obviously,
that crap comes with the area.
I kind of talked to Justin
and I asked him some questions, like, "How you take someone to a party
and you don't come home with them?"
Especially as far as we were, out in the middle of nowhere.
When I left him, he was having a damn good time.
He was still laughing, joking around.
There was no animosity in the air, like, that you could feel. Like--
You know what I mean? There hadn't been a single--
Maybe other than a couple couples bitching back and forth between each other,
there was no... no issues. Period.
To leave him there, an hour away from home?
I ain't understand that.
I went to the police station.
They said I have to wait 48 hours
to call him missing.
I said, "No, I'm letting you know he's missing because I know my son.
You know, he comes home.
Something's telling me that something went wrong at that party."
When I got the call that he didn't come home,
I knew something was wrong.
He wasn't the type that stayed anywhere.
I know something happened to him.
I know somebody did something to him.
I got a call Sunday-- Sunday night from my mom.
My mom was frantic.
And I was telling her, "Calm down, what's going on?"
She kept saying, "Your brother hasn't come home."
Me and my wife got up on that Monday
and drove down to La Cygne.
Got in touch with the owner of the house where the party was at,
and we find out that the house was empty.
It was something kind of like a rented house, or something like that.
When we pulled up to the house,
on the right hand side is just all fields.
And then down the back of the house, there...
there's a small creek back there.
I remember looking in the window
and just trying to visualize, what was going on here the night before?
'Cause it was empty.
It just didn't look like a place
that would've had a huge party just the night before.
We drove around the highways and see if we see anything.
We drove through the town.
People in town were looking at us kind of like,
you know, "Why are you here?"
You can tell.
You can tell when eyes are on you.
After that, we went to the police station
and we had a meeting with the sheriff there.
We were trying to make them understand
how serious this was that he had not shown up.
And I remember their sheriff saying, "He's gonna show up any time.
He's just probably out doing what kids do, just walking around."
And I remember my response was,
"How many people do you know that are out walking around with no shoes on?"
And it had rained.
That's basically what we got, and then we left there
and we was just kind of depending on the police department
to do their investigation and find out what's going on.
I originally received information on it.
I needed to go to this address in La Cygne
because there's been a report of a missing person.
And I went there.
Alonzo wasn't at the house.
We walked the creek bed that night,
but there was no indication that he was outside anywhere.
I just reported back negative contact with Alonzo or anybody around there.
After that, the case was turned over to the KBI,
and at that point we became assisting agency as the sheriff's office.
Within a few days of the reported missing person,
-there was a very extensive search.
The KBI, their evidence recovery team came down,
walked the creek bed,
looking for evidence.
The Monday following the party,
this department was there with, uh, air scent tracking dogs
and walked the area.
Also, the Kansas Highway Patrol, uh, supplied a helicopter.
FBI joined our search team.
The FBI continues to investigate
to find out if Alonzo may have been the victim of a hate crime.
According to some witnesses at the party,
Alonzo was threatened and was the target of racial slurs.
The Lee's Summit Underwater Rescue and Dive Team was brought in
on the 12th.
The team was dispatched at noon on the day of the search.
When we came out here and did the initial search,
water was three feet high at--
or three feet deep in-- in, uh the deepest part.
We had three guys in the creek
that started from this bridge and walked down to the "T" right here,
and then we had three people on either side,
walking and clearing brush and everything like that all the way down.
But we found nothing to indicate that a body was in the creek at all.
We told the sheriff we'd come back out if they wanted us to.
We weren't invited to come back out and search again, so...
we wrapped it up and closed our case part of it.
There was no signs of him.
The cadaver dogs didn't find anything,
the dive team didn't find anything.
So we were at a loss.
I was mad at all those kids that are from Gardner and went down there.
They know Alonzo.
Why'd you guys leave my son there?
Nobody had no answer.
There was...
hundreds of interviews
conducted both by the KBI and the FBI.
Hundreds.
And there were some polygraphs done.
So we ran it down that way.
Every other day, we were meeting with investigators,
giving them, you know, what we knew, who was there, phone numbers.
And it was just a constant barrage of law enforcement.
They kept telling us that he likely just got drunk,
took his shoes off, and decided to walk home.
Total bullshit. And that's what we kept trying to tell them.
A: that's out of his character in general,
and B: his ankle's messed up.
Why is he gonna just...
take off his boots,
and then truck I don't know how many miles home?
With that many days gone by, we know he's not walking down the highway,
we know he's not staying at somebody's house.
We couldn't say what it was, but we knew something happened.
They didn't want my family to go looking for him.
We want to go out there, to the farmhouse and search.
The sheriffs told us no.
They say that they looking for him.
We were calling Linn County Sheriffs, Police Department daily.
I mean, daily.
I mean, probably for three weeks straight.
He'd said, you know, "You need to slow down the phone calls.
Just stop calling. Let us contact you.
We're working on things."
A month later,
that's when they let my family go down there.
They gave them the okay
to go down and search for my son.
From a Linn County standpoint, they didn't have anything on this case,
so, of course, they were like, "Yeah, have your search.
Have at it. Go ahead."
Family were reaching out to friends,
asking anybody, you know, "We're gonna do a search in La Cygne."
A lot of people heard about it, and a lot of people wanted to participate.
And, you know, honestly, we don't know what we was looking for.
But we just wanted to find something that was a representation of my brother,
or what could have happened, or anything.
We all split up.
I was gonna go along the creek bank on the east side of the house
and follow that creek bank.
There was a white shed that's not there now.
And we had always said somebody needs to search that shed.
That's where we were actually headed, toward that.
We were digging, you know, where we could, through all the brush
and we got down there,
and I looked up and I said, "Oh crap.
There he is. There's Zo."
And I radioed and said, "We've got him. We've got Zo."
I got a call from my uncle on the walkie-talkie,
saying, "Billy, we found him.
Just-- Just follow the-- follow the creek."
So I kept running all the way through this mud area out here.
When I seen him, I ran down there,
you know, kind of slid down onto the, uh, the embankment.
My uncle stopped me and says,
"Don't touch him. Don't go over there."
And I was trying to make my way over there.
It was-- It was just-- It was a mess.
You know, it was a mess, so...
You see him laying there and you...
think back all the times that you seen him walking around,
having fun.
And you-- And you see this young man just laying there.
His life's just gone.
Lucky his mom didn't come
and help search.
'Cause I don't think my sister coulda took that day.
He was 23 years old.
He was 23 when he-- when I last saw him.
After we found him, it was KBI, FBI, I mean, helicopters.
It was-- It was crazy.
It was just like, boom.
Family members found the body of Alonzo Brooks
in a creek just 200 meters from this...
We all went down to town,
and that's where the press conference was at.
We just really wanted to find him. We just really wanted to find him,
and bring some kind of light to that he's not just missing,
that there may have been some foul play into it.
Beginning the examination, what I had was a decomposing body in the body bag.
-The body was clothed.
It had some personal items, including a ring.
The examination internally and the examination of the clothing
does give me a fair degree of confidence
that I don't have penetrating injuries as a cause of death.
No evidence of any acute bone fracture.
No evidence of a sharp force injury, nor a gunshot.
Could he have drowned? Yes.
But there are no specific anatomic signs to make a determination of drowning.
Could he be strangled? Certainly. The soft tissues of the neck are gone.
They've been damaged by animals and insects.
So, there's nothing there
that allows me to make the determination that he was or was not strangled.
There's no broken bone,
there's no penetration of bone. If he's been beaten,
it has not left anything identifiable.
Mr. Brooks died.
I do not know the circumstances of his death.
I do not know the cause of his death.
Whether there was an accident
or whether there was a purposeful involvement in his death.
There's no accident that could've happened to my brother.
That was intentional.
Very intentional.
His boots and hat was found off the side of the highway,
far away, you know, from his body and everything.
That obviously give you some kind of-- Something happened.
Why is his shoes here?
Why is his hat here?
What happened?
There's just foul play written all over it.
That's all there is to it, there's just foul play written all over it.
The night of the party,
witnesses say there were four men living at this house.
They've now since been evicted.
But what happened at the party, and whether it was a hate crime,
is still under investigation.
There's a lot of...
uh, opinions out there,
on the web and on blogs,
and all sorts of different variations of what could have happened.
The different rumors that were going around,
some of them I guess were feasible,
and the other ones were just completely asinine.
You know, rumors that...
maybe he did start walking on that-- that highway
and somebody picked him up.
We set him up to drug dealers.
Alonzo was chased down the driveway.
After the party, like, he tried to run.
Somebody kept him in the trunk of a car, tortured-- I mean, you name it.
Lot of that going around,
you know, and the thing is, that there was so much of it
that some of it actually could've been true.
I remember...
hearing from the police officers that there were
a couple fights later that night.
I mean, we all know how everybody can get when you're drinking.
I mean, tempers are short.
One of the things that I've heard
is that there was a girl there, a white girl,
and maybe she flirted with him or maybe he flirted with her.
And they got too friendly,
and...
some of the other guys that were there at the party didn't like it.
If he's the only black kid there,
you're gonna have somebody in there,
or a group of some people,
that's just gonna probably...
wanna do something just because-- just because of his color.
Get your fuckin' hands off my woman!
I'm sure the "n" word was getting thrown out that night.
Alonzo would get mad about it,
I do believe.
I think he got his ass beat by about four or five people.
That's what I believe, Alonzo got beat up, he got jumped.
It definitely would've taken a few guys, or some type of brutal force of something.
-'Cause Alonzo wouldn't have gave up.
The FBI continues to investigate
to find out if Alonzo may have been the victim of a hate crime.
Brooks' body was found here in this ravine in La Cygne, Kansas.
Sheriff Stites says his crew was there many times before.
His body was absolutely not where it is now
at the time law enforcement was there.
It doesn't make any sense that a dive team came out,
KBI came out,
that we had cadaver dogs out,
and you'd done all these searches before and never found him.
But we do a search,
and within 30 minutes, we find him.
When we came out here and did the initial search,
the creek level was so low, they could actually see the bottom.
We would have found him doing, you know, this motion here,
just shuffling our-- our bodies and our feet like this,
just walking through the creek doing this.
If there was a body in here when we searched it,
he would've been found that night.
Searches often fail to find the person you're looking for.
You'll have helicopters and dogs and police and family
and then all of a sudden they get found.
He could have floated down the creek
when the creek had higher water levels after a rainstorm.
We've got a clog there of brushes and branch,
and he's simply trapped in that mess.
When we found my brother,
his body did not look like it was bloated,
like he was in the water.
His complexion of his skin looked normal to me.
He actually looked like he was...
you know, like he had his color and stuff on,
like he wasn't, you know...
uh, dead.
All these item was found on my son, all of them.
For him supposed to be in that water for over a month,
it doesn't look like it, because this stuff is not damaged.
His billfold's still intact.
His bandanna is not even that bad.
Everything's still intact. His papers.
Look at that. Nothing.
This too, the plastic. Look at that, that's still good.
This is his video card to go to the movies,
and it's still intact. Look at that.
That's it, I can't do no more.
We believe that the body had been placed in the creek
after the last search.
When we went down there to ask Sheriff Stites
that we wanted to do our own search,
I don't know...
who Sheriff Stites talked to,
and let them know that, hey, you know, the Brooks family are gonna do a search.
La Cygne, being a small town, somebody could tell somebody,
and it just goes like wildfire.
And then somebody that had him or whatever probably just figured,
like, "Hey, it's time, we can get rid of him right now.
Let 'em find him."
So that's what we believe.
Somebody had placed him there.
Where was he at from April 4th, all the way to May 1st, when we found him?
Where was he at all that time?
I believe...
my brother could have been in a meat locker or something.
For the body to not decompose as fast.
That's what I believe.
There's nothing that allows you to know
whether somebody's been frozen.
If you find it immediately upon thawing,
there are some microscopic changes
that might suggest that that's what's happened.
However, when you have significant decomposition
that's superimposed upon that,
these signs disappear.
There's no way to prove or disprove that a body's been frozen.
As far as how long that body's been in the creek,
it's consistent with having been there 30 days.
It could easily be shorter.
I also don't know the circumstances under which he ended up in the creek,
so I can't tell you whether he placed himself in that environment
or somebody else placed him in that environment.
We know that most people,
when they kill somebody and dispose of a body,
do so in convenient fashions.
Moving a dead body is not convenient.
To bring that body down there and dump it, very inconvenient.
You gotta go through brush,
you gotta go an extended period across a field.
That's highly improbable.
Now, having said that,
if somebody sets their mind to it,
you can take a body and you can move it
and you can dump it somewhere.
They hid my son from me.
They hid my son from all of us.
Sometimes I think about, you know, if he was...
you know, being jumped or something,
you know, he could've been calling out for me, you know, as well.
You know, calling out for his big brother to come and help him.
So, I didn't get that opportunity.
You don't wanna think about him suffering and being in pain.
I'm sure he was very scared and didn't know what was happening,
or why it was happening.
I wish I was still there 'cause I woulda grabbed him up.
I woulda grabbed him up and he wouldn't have been there.
It's my fault. I should've been there.
He wouldn't have been alone.
I'd have gone down with him fighting.
I'd trade places with him today.
In a heartbeat.
They say time heals all wounds, but...
it doesn't.
What they took from us was a piece of our heart.
You know, a piece of our soul.
Everyone else is going on with their day, living their life,
and... here we are stuck,
wondering who did it, why.
They could be walking past us. We don't know. I mean, you know?
It's just always one of those questions that stays in your mind.
Why, and who did it?
He didn't get to have his family,
to get married,
go to work.
You know, we could have barbecues or something right here,
hear his crazy laugh.
I can't hear that no more.
You know, all that's gone.
This is a letter from the, um, Kansas Bureau of Investigation.
It says, "The KBI was one of the several law enforcement agencies
who investigated the April 4th death of Alonzo Brooks.
No evidence or information
gained throughout the lengthy investigation
indicated that Alonzo Brooks was the victim of a crime.
For this reason, the investigation into his death was closed."
My brother...
deserves more than this, along with his family.
His case needs to stay open.
It shoulda never closed.
It should stay open till it's actually... closed with results.
There's no results.
If you can find Osama bin Laden way across the dang world,
you could find somebody here who did something.
I think there was enough people at that party that night
that they could've figured something out.
Or there would be more evidence out there for them to find what happened.
I just don't know how the FBI didn't get anything out of anybody.
I mean...
...for all the people they probably put that lie detector test to,
how are you gonna come up with nothing?
Some people lawyered up
and then a lot of people didn't have to take lie detector tests.
Why are you refusing it in the first place?
You obviously got something to hide.
All I can say is that you know who you are.
Think about this being your son.
Think about this being your brother or your friend.
If you know something, please come out.
Please come out and just give us a little help.
That's what we're asking for.
This was tragic for our family.
I want answers now.
It's been 15 years. It's too long.
That town still hasn't say anything.
And the people and the kids don't say shit.
And...
I still wanna know why.