Discretion is advised.

Ten-minute murder.

Slumped in the corner of an interrogation room,

Josh Powell provides little information about the possible whereabouts of his wife and the mother of his children, reported

missing 24 hours prior.

By Josh's account, he'd taken their boys camping at midnight in the sub-zero Utah temperatures

to make s'mores, leaving Susan behind.

What Josh didn't know was that his four-year-old son with a detective across town was telling a different story.

After listening the family members who had gone camping, counting mom, dad, and brother, Charlie Powell changed the roll call when he asked who came back.

Quote, Mommy stayed where the crystals are.

Josh Powell and Susan Cox first met at an LDS church singles mixer when she was 19 and he was 24.

According to friends, Josh was a smugged loudmouth, but Susan fell hard for him.

She liked the way he took charge of the conversation and was unusually charmed by Josh's devotion to his pet bird, a parrot named Trilly that he took everywhere.

As kids, Susan and her sister lovingly mothered a pair of bonded parakeets. Smitten, they married only a few

months later. And by they, I mean Josh and Susan, not the parakeets. After a two-year stay at

Josh's father's house in Washington to save cash, the newlyweds moved to Utah and picked up steady

work in stocks and IT.

Susan's warmth quickly made her a neighborhood favorite, and friends learned to tolerate Josh.

After a party one night, Susan confessed to a buddy she dreamed about being pregnant with a boy.

Maybe Josh could be a good dad, the friend thought.

Ironically, the next morning, two pink lines confirmed a child was on the way.

While others softened to Josh, Susan's father, Chuck Cox, was not buying it.

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