He thought I've shot gunshots in this house, this is a city neighborhood, houses are all close to each other.

And I think his words slung the lines of, I don't know what the fuck happened, but nobody called the cops. How can nobody fucking call the cops?

I'm Yardley, and I'm Zibi, and we're fascinated by true crime.

So we invited our friends, detectives Dan and Dave, to sit down with us and share their most interesting cases.

I'm Dan, and I'm Dave, Red Denicle Twins, and we're detectives in small town, USA.

Dave investigates sex crimes and child abuse. Dan investigates violent crimes, and together we've worked on hundreds of cases, including assaults, robberies, murders, burglaries, sex abuse, and child abuse.

Names, locations, and certain details of these cases have been altered to protect the privacy of the victims and their families.

In the early summer of 2015, our subject, James, a man in his mid-30s, split from his wife of 12 years and left their home and two children in another state.

He went to live with his retired parents, Catherine and Roger, in their single-level home on a quiet street in small town, USA.

James was well-educated. He had played football and made the all-state team in high school.

According to family members, his future held great promise.

However, at some point as an adult, he became addicted to heroin, and his promising life became a desperate downward spiral.

James' parents, Catherine, and Roger, were close to their extended family and spoke to them weekly.

They were also active in their church, and Catherine, especially, was well-liked by their neighbors.

However, as soon as James moved into the house, their quiet life was completely disrupted. Roger and James fought regularly and often violently.

It was common knowledge in the neighborhood that Roger considered his son a slacker for not having a job and was unsympathetic to his drug habit.

He wanted his son out. Catherine did her best to keep the peace, but Roger's temper was intimidating, and she felt helpless every time her husband and son went toe-to-toe.

One June afternoon, police received a call from Catherine's cousin who lived in another state.

He was concerned that, despite making multiple attempts to reach her, he hadn't heard back from her in two weeks.

This wasn't normal for them, as they talked regularly. On June 15, police were dispatched to check on Catherine and Roger at their home.

There they found a typed note on the front door which read,

Catherine and Roger are away on vacation and will be back on June 16. Their son James is house-sitting.

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