The year was 1991, and Herbert Weinstein was a retired ad executive.

He's 65 years old, and he's living in Manhattan, a 12-story apartment.

I called up Josh May to tell me this story. He's an ethics professor at the University of Alabama at Birmingham.

Gets into an argument with his wife at the time,

and he apparently got into such a fit that he strangled her

and then tried to make it look like a suicide

by pushing her body out of the 12-story window.

There was a 911 call.

The officers responded to claims that a woman may have jumped.

When the police arrived, they saw a woman lying on the sidewalk in broad daylight.

And they saw a window open in the building above. Weinstein was in the lobby.

One of the officers asked the man if he lived there. He did, he replied, and gave them his name.

He said he lived upstairs with his wife, Barbara. He didn't know where she was. Then Weinstein and the officers went up to the 12th floor.

He got agitated once they reached the apartment. Where was she? Why were their officers there?

The officer told him that there was a woman dead on the sidewalk. And Weinstein's like,

is it Barbara? He was acting kind of strangely. Apparently seemed a bit unconcerned that his wife had just

died and that he was being a suspect in this case.

The officers asked him questions. Why do you have a scratch on your face? And they noticed

that one of his hands was black and blue, with a spot of blood

on it. And so then he came clean. There were witnesses or people who saw that he had pushed

the body out, and he pretty readily confessed to it. To everything. He confessed to strangulation,

he confessed to throwing her out the window in a panic,

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