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 a 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

whom he described as his source of strength.

Rob Andrew was salt of the earth.

I mean, this is a Christian man, attended 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 hurried he'd been all day

and that he was looking forward to picking the kids up and spending a 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 start up, and then Rob paused.

He said, hey, I'm going to have to let you go.

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

because it had gone out earlier in the day.

Yeah. asked him to relight the furnace because it had gone out earlier in the day. Then there was a commotion.

Brenda said two masked men with guns appeared out of nowhere.

And then they fled.

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