It was cold, the day Nona Dirksmire was buried.

A dismal, gloomy haze settled on the hundreds of mourners who walked to the first Christian disciples of Christ Church that morning,

past homes decorated with their usual hodgepodge of sacred and secular.

Reindeer joyfully perched in one yard,

and nativity scenes solemnly settled on the next.

It was three days before Christmas,

but there was no spiritual or whimsical uplift to be had.

Not on this day.

It's easy to imagine the sidelong looks Kevin Jones and his family must have gotten as they walked into the old brick church for Nona's funeral.

By now, many of the people there knew that Kevin had not shown up for Nona's visitation the night before

because he was being questioned by investigators. And it was surely noticed that on this morning,

Nona's longtime boyfriend was not seated next to her family for the funeral service.

Oh, yes, on this morning, everything Kevin Jones did or didn't do was noticed, commented upon.

I think he and his friends were the only people who showed signs of laughter and lightheartedness

at the entire funeral.

I saw on camera one thing where he was smiling.

I guess, you know, is he not allowed to ever smile again?

I don't know.

Less than a mile away at that moment, the Russellville Police Chief James Bacon was preparing

to hold a press conference. Unable to announce an arrest, the chief wanted to assure the public

that progress was being made. The police had a suspect in their sights. Hours earlier,

the chief and the lead investigator, Detective Mark Frost, had already told

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