I was asleep and Johnny was in his room and he came up stairs screaming saying Wayne's been shot.

That was the worst phone call I've ever received.

We had nothing.

Good thinking.

Are they going to catch him? Are they going to get them?

I recall thinking to myself, wow.

This is going to be a hard one to solve.

I've got Weinberger, investigative journalist and former deputy sheriff.

I'm Anna Sige Nikolazi, former New York City homicide prosecutor and host of investigation discoveries through conviction.

And this is an anatomy of murder.

So often when you hear a case called a Who Donut, well maybe it kind of is, but you still have a sense of what happened or who in the end.

But today's case is truly a Who Donut.

And just when you think you know which way it's going to head, all of a sudden something surprising happens,

and it's going to make you second guess everything you've been thinking before.

We want to begin today's story with two people who met in Schenectady, New York.

First is Wayne Best Senior.

My first apartment when I moved to Schenectady was right above this diner.

Anna Waitress, named Karen Kirsch.

I worked in a diner and he would come in for coffee.

So I would just go downstairs and grab my cup of coffee.

And he would bring the boys with him every day.

Wayne Senior had two kids. He had two little boys, Wayne Junior and Johnny.

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