There was a shooting in an upscale neighborhood in Oklahoma City.

Ballistics identified the use of two different guns, which meant at least two shooters.

These small marks on a shotgun shell, some singed fibers and the crime reconstruction revealed a plot

more twisted than anyone could have imagined.

To outsiders, it looked as if Rob Andrew had everything anyone could want.

He had a high paying job with an advertising agency, lots of friends and a growing family

who he described as his source of strength.

Rob Andrew was sold off the earth.

I mean, this is a Christian man.

I tend to church all the time, loving father.

Just a great guy, very successful businessman as well.

Two days before Thanksgiving, Rob Andrew left work to pick up his children.

They planned to spend the holiday weekend with his parents.

On the way, Rob called his best friend.

Rob had called my house around 5'30, telling me how hard he'd been all day

and that he was looking forward to picking the kids up and spending long weekend with them for Thanksgiving.

Rob didn't plan to stay long so he parked his car in the driveway.

I heard the overhead garage door started up and then Rob paused and said,

hey, I'm gonna have to let you go.

As he walked into the garage, his wife Brenda asked him to relight the furnace

because it had gone out earlier in the day.

Then there was a commotion.

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