Oh, wow.

House has definitely seen better days.

This is the window I stood in when I waved goodbye to my dad the last time.

Growing up, my mother never talked about the fear she felt

while trying to raise her family.

She remained strong for us.

I had this little two-wheeler.

I ended up down there, and I almost in the road,

and I said, Daddy, where were you?

And he said, you did it.

My grandfather, Walter Patterson, was murdered. One of the people who is responsible for doing it is still not paying for what he has done. For 17 years, I worked on a case involving a fugitive named George Wright.

My father was brutally beaten and shot in a robbery of his gas station.

It haunts me to this day.

It all started right there in 1962

when Mr. Walter Patterson was closing up his gas station.

Mr. Patterson was a war hero.

Combat veteran World War II received the Bronze Star. The ironic thing was that he came through the war only to have this happen to him.

The nutty of the incident, two young men came right through that door with loaded weapons.

George Wright and his partner said this is a robbery, get him up.

Walter Patterson put up a heck of a fight.

He was beaten so severely that he was unrecognizable.

George Wright was caught two days later.

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