Cold Case Files - Caught on Tape / A Son to Remember

Episode Date: July 7, 2026

A video tape made at an ATM machine helps police in Louisville, KY, to nab a man suspected of raping 13 women. And a DA investigator in Georgia helps crack a murder case that his father, a police chief, first worked on 30 years before.This Episode is sponsored by BetterHelpApartments.com - To find whatever you’re searching for and more visit apartments.com the place to find a place.BetterHelp: Visit BetterHelp.com/COLDCASE to get 10% off your first month.Mint: To get the new customer offer and your new 3-month premium wireless plan for just $15 a month, go to Mintmobile.com/coldcaseQuince: Go to Quince.com/coldcase for free shipping on your order and 365-day returnsShopify - Sign up for a one-dollar-per-month trial period at Shopify.com/coldcase and take your retail business to the next level today!Zazzle: Go to Zazzle.com for 25% off your first order!See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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Listener discretion is advised. There are over 100,000 cold cases in America. Only 1% are ever solved. This is one of those rare stories. The knife was to my throat, and he started saying, do not say anything, don't say a word. On February 28, 1998, in Louisville, Kentucky, it's just after 3 a.m. when 29-year-old Shannon Johnson wakes to a stranger in her bed. He tried to get between my legs, and I'm thinking, okay, if I let him go through with this and he kills me, what's he going to do to my daughter? So it was just like a snap instance to grab the knife.

And I grabbed it with this hand by the blade, and then we started fighting. We struggled for a minute, maybe even less than a minute. He stops, he pulls up his pants, and he takes off running out the door. Johnson dials 911. When they arrive, the scene is very familiar to police. Twelve days earlier, a woman in the same apartment complex on Crafty Drive, was attacked. I knew he was African American.

I knew that he had close-cut hair. I knew that he was taller than me. Johnson's attacker matches a description given in the earlier assault. Investigators, however, have no suspects and nothing else to move on. Meanwhile, a rapist is targeting Crafty Drive, waiting for another opportunity. He had the knife right at my throat. And I'm trying to do exactly what he says. It's just past 3 a.m. the next day when 56-year-old Terry Poe wakes up to a man on top of her.

I don't know if he need me or he hit me in the stomach, but he just doubled me up and he said, I'm going to rape you. The man pushes Poe down on the couch and presses the blade to her throat. On the beginning, he was just cut it enough to let you know he would cut you, just enough that you could feel the blood treatment, you know. He ripped the buttons off my pajamas, you know, he ripped my pajamas off. And he was on me. I'm trying to do what he said.

I knew I couldn't get away. I knew I was pinned. The man rapes Poe repeatedly and then slips out the back door and into the night. I was asked to respond as an evidence technician's detective to the address of 5102 Crafty Drive. Detective Larry Carroll arrives on the scene and immediately recognizes the work of a man police are calling the Crafty Drive rapist. The suspect description also was the same in all of these crimes. The Jefferson County Police certainly felt that they had a serial rapist in this area that was operating.

Carol dusts for prints and documents the scene. Meanwhile, police circulates sketches and question male residents. Just as quickly as the attack started, however, they abruptly stop. What happened to the perpetrator? Essentially, were they incarcerated somewhere else? Did they move to another state? What caused these attacks to actually cease? It was very frustrating, very, very frustrating because we felt that we had a serial rapist.

Detective Dwayne Colebank works robbery for the Louisville Police Department. In the fall of 1998, seven months after the Crafty Drive attacks, He investigates two BP gas station rapes. He forced both victims to stockrooms, had both victims disrobe, used articles of clothing to wrap around their heads so they couldn't see what was going on. DNA testing confirms the attacks are the work of one man, dubbed by investigators the BP oil rapist. Colbank, however, thinks there could be further connections,

that the BP oil rapist might also be responsible for the rapes on Crafty Drive. We were pretty confident that there was the same individual. Close proximity, I mean, four miles, you really don't have that many cereal stranger rates. And also the physical description.

He was described in both incidents as being a young black male in his late teens, early 20s. Colbank tries to find a link between the two series of attacks, but hits a dead end. What few leads that we got, they were followed up

and nothing ever came. No good suspects were ever developed. With no new leads, the five assaults find their way into the cold files. But Louisville's serial rapist is not finished. When he come in, he said he wanted to pack his cigarettes. And I was kind of leery. And when I turned around, that's when he jumped the counter on me.

It is just past 2 a.m. on Louisville's south side. And a store clerk named Kim Adams is dealing with a man, wielding a knife. I seen the knife as he was jumping. I just focused on that. I was like, he's got a knife and this man's really serious. As surveillance cameras record the scene,

the man tells Adams to empty the register. Then the two struggle in the aisles of the convenience store. And the man pushes Adams into the parking lot, where she grabs the attacker's knife and bites down on his hand. As soon as I bit his finger, my body just went like this, and I got to the ground, and I was kicking and screaming.

The man flees, and Kim Adams survives. The attack is initially seen as an isolated incident until Detective Larry Duncan picks up the case and begins to provide some context. And you can easily, visibly see how close these comfort zones are. Duncan believes Adams' attack to be part of a larger pattern than anyone, had previously thought. Seven of the attacks occurred down here right off Preston Highway. Duncan identifies at least ten assaults he believes to be the work of one man.

Three of the attacks right off Shepherdsville Road, three more of the attacks within a half-mile radius of a center location within the Newburgh community, all of which were in walking distance. In almost all the cases, the suspect wields a knife. In the later assaults, he had begun to use it. He had gained control of the victims all in a Blitzkrieg-style attack, and he would conduct these sexual assaults almost without fail in the same manner. He would tie clothing around their faces almost in the same manner. He would use electrical cords almost without fail.

He began to take pleasure it would seem in beating the victims. His level of violence was increasing and I was very, very fearful that these cases would turn into murder cases eventually. By the summer of 2002, Detective Duncan has identified a lot of the victims but has no solid leads to follow. Detective Duncan needs a break, which he gets, unfortunately, in the form of yet another victim. It happened early August 11th. Police say a man pried a window screen open and grabbed another.

knife in a woman's apartment. There had been a sexual assault at Churchill Park Apartments. Detective Duncan gets called to the scene. The victim was terrorized by a sexual predator in essentially every manner possible. Early on, Duncan believes the assault to be the work of the suspected serial rapist. And about 15 minutes into processing the scene, Duncan's suspicions are confirmed. The boyfriend of the victim walks up to me and hands me his cell phone and said, he's on the line. And, of course, I asked who's on the line, and he said, the guy that did it.

After the assault, the rapist stole the victim's cell phone. Now he's using it to confess. He, in graphic terms, described to me what he had done during that last sexual assault. At one stage, I asked him, I said, why would you do something like this? and he said it's just something that I do. He kept saying, you think you're going to catch me. And I said, yes, I'll probably catch you. And he goes, I don't think so.

How are you going to catch me? It made me feel like, quite frankly, a big hungry dog that's just been thrown a piece of red meat. After 13 minutes on the line, the suspect abruptly hangs up. Duncan heads back to the police department thinking about his conversation with the suspected rapist. with him is his best piece of evidence, the suspect's point of entry, a living room screen, and window frame. And after dusting at both sides in every area, going over with a fine-tooth comb, I didn't get any prints.

So in desperation, I looked to who I always looked to, and I looked up at the good Lord, and I said, God, please give me a print. I got back down on the hands and knees, and I dusted one more time. And at the first location that I dusted, two of the most beautiful prints that you've ever seen came up. I knew that this was my man's print. This was the serial rapist's fingerprint. The print is run through Aphus without a match. Detective Duncan, however, is not finished. Along with a cell phone, the serial rapist took his latest victim's ATM card.

So he used that card 24 times up and down Bargetown Road here. in our city and we captured a number or a variety of images of him using the card. The perpetrator is about to use the victim's ATM card at a bank parking lot. As a suspect approaches, one of the identifying characteristics, let's go over to this monitor, is the footprints on the shirt that he's wearing, and of course the image of the perpetrator himself, his face, and the visor that he's wearing. On August 28, Duncan holds a press conference and asks the public for help. And this would be a copy of the wanted flyer we were releasing to the general public, along

with the local media. On Wednesday, police released this bank surveillance tape of a man they suspected was a serial rapist. Within the hour, images are plastered on newspapers and TV screens across Louisville. Personally, I was 100% confident that someone would identify because the images was too good, the shirt was too unique for somebody not to recognize it. The next day, an anonymous tipster tells police the man on TV is Daniel Cummings, a local with a history of felony offenses. Although his prints did not find a match in Aphus, Cummings' fingerprint card is in the local

police files. Examiners compare it to the unknown latent print. It was like, Larry, Larry, Larry, perfect match, Daniel Gene Cummings. This is the man. And this was followed by a round of applause from the ID lab. You could hear him hooting and hollering, everybody was ecstatic. After four and a half years, police finally have a name and are ready to make the arrest. The good Lord was letting everything go our way at this point.

We were about to nab this person that I believe was responsible for these 14 attacks. He actually invited us in. He says, yeah, come on in. I've been waiting for you guys to get here. On August 29, detectives Brian Arnold and Larry Duncan approach room 115 of the Louisville Red Roof Inn. Inside the room is Daniel Cummings, a suspected serial rapist. He said, I know who did it. His name's Fred. Cummings admits he used an ATM card and cell phone from one of the assault victims, but claims a man named Fred gave him the items. and that Fred is the rapist.

In a nutshell, his story was that he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He happened to be with Fred. Detectives listen, but aren't convinced by coming story. No way. No way. No way, Jose. He was the man, and I think once we both set eyes on him, we knew he was the person who had done these rapes,

and that just by the way he was speaking and the story that he came up with, was a fairy tale because this was the person. Cummings, however, is adamant that Fred is the rapist and even offers to show detectives where Fred lives. He took us to where this imaginary person named Fred lived, and, you know, we knocked on every single door in that apartment. Everyone reiterated that there was no one named Fred that lived there. Fred did not exist.

He was an imaginary person similar to the person I had when I was a young man. a very little boy. After an hour and a half of searching for the phantom known as Fred, detectives head back downtown with their suspect, Daniel Cummings. I said, you have to make this right. And then he looked to me and said, you can tell that lady, she can sleep tonight. I ain't going to get her no more.

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little time, beginning with the latest assault just 18 days earlier. You've been identified by your fingerprints as enter in the apartment. Okay? So now let's get to some truths, Daniel. I want to ask you about the entire series of rapes. I'm going to ask you to look in your heart right now and do the right thing, okay? I've never done that. Yeah, I know different than that because I've got your fingerprints in the apartment going into. I'll never rape nobody. Duncan explains to Cummings he isn't suspected in just one assault,

but in a series of separate attacks, Cummings feels the pressure and requests a lawyer. Oh, my heart sunk at that point, because I had done everything up to that point to ensure that he wasn't going to initiate his invocation of his rights. With Cummings gone quiet, Detective Duncan walks out of the room, leaving Detective Brian Arnold alone with the suspect. Daniel's sitting there with his head in his hands,

and he looks up to me across the desk and essentially says, hey, can I talk to you? And I said, well, I have to readvise you for rights. And this is the Super Bowl of investigations. I've got to do a good job here. And I said, you have to make this right. And then he looked to me and said, you can tell that lady she can sleep tonight.

I ain't going to get her no more. And at that point, you know, you feel like jumping up and saying, yeah, I got you, because I knew I had him by that point. I said, now there's others, aren't there? And that's when he said there's so many that I can't remember. Over the next two hours, a team of detectives walks Cummings through the assaults. Two on-canside that we talked about. You meant that you did those.

It was very difficult for me because he was such a despicable. character to be gentle like I try to be with most of the questioning. So it was a hardcore questioning, hard targeting questioning that went on. And you entered ground level apartments? Yes, sir. Arm yourself with the knives? Yes, sir. I'm sitting across from a monster. This is an absolute monster who is terrified and ruined people's lives.

Assaulted and raped the resident inside both of those apartments. Isn't that true? Yes, sir. I think that was a feeling of almost euphoria going from invoking the rights to now he's talking again. Cummings implicates himself in 11 of the 14 assaults he is suspected of. Subsequent DNA testing bolsters the confession, linking Cummings to five of the attacks. Cummings is handcuffed and led to jail where he will await trial. The case was incredible. From the moment I opened up that file and started reading it, I just knew.

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On the morning of his trial, Cummings pleads guilty to 53 felony counts of rape and robbery. Commonwealth sentences you 10 years on rape in the first degree. At sentencing, the judge reads each count and the corresponding term of years. Ten years on each of three counts of sodomy in the first degree. Ten years on each of four counts of robbery in the first degree. The process takes three full minutes. When Mr. Comes, you're an extremely dangerous man. You are the serial rapist,

and you have caused an unbelievable and insurmountable amount of pain. Sentences this court just imposed total of 400 and 70 years. You'll be transported by the Department of Corrections to serve your time. In the court that day are many of Cummings 14 victims. all there to see a chapter in their lives closed. All I could do was cry. You know, that sounds silly, and that's a silly reaction, but it's honest, that's all I could do.

He broke into our homes in the middle of the night, our safe heaven. When you go to bed, you should wake up in the morning, okay, not tore up, not beat up, not raped. I thought we would go in and they would just say, 20 years, you're gone. I didn't think I would hear from the other women. And that was the most, I think, striking thing to me to hear from the other women. When you go to bed and shut your eyes, you should be able to go to sleep. And that's what Mr. Cagnan's has taken from me.

I can't tell you the elation and the feelings and how good hugging the victims and talking to the victims afterwards felt. Larry Duncan has been a detective for 15 years and knows each of the women Daniel Cummings is convicted of assaulting. He is especially aware of their pain. The only comfort that some of these victims are ever going to get relative to this is knowing that the perpetrator is serving a 470-year sentence in prison. It is some comfort for these victims, and I was very blessed to be a part of the case to be able to help these ladies. My grandmother had passed away, and I had went to... with my mom to her house to go through some of her belongings and pack things and stuff like that. In the spring of 2001, in Oxford, Georgia, Leslie Power and her mother sort through a box of

family photos and happen upon a picture of a relative Leslie never knew she had. So we pulled him down and started going through all the pictures and seeing who they were, and this was one of the pictures that was in there, which I found out was a picture of Gwendolyn. We think was probably a school picture. Gwendolyn Moore was Leslie's great aunt. Leslie's mother tells her Gwendolyn died when she was just 30 years old. And I said, well, that's kind of weird.

How come I didn't know her? I knew all my other great aunts and uncles. And she told me what had happened, that they had, you know, found her in a well. And I was like, what do you mean? They found her in a well. So I didn't let that go for the rest of the day. I just, you know, I think I kept saying that.

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killing you. Gwendolyn never served the papers to her husband and four years later she was found dead at the bottom of an abandoned well. And my mother got rest her soul she put a gun in her pocketbook and she carried her funeral home when she died. She was going to kill Marshall because she knew what he had done and my brother was carrying her down there and he had to talk her out of that gun take that gun away from her because she was going to kill Marshall right there in a funeral home. She didn't kill her. The family was told Gwendolyn's death was an accident. Pat Terry, however, never believed it. I called down there to the police station and I called and I called and I called. Well, I could never, never get any answers out of them. So finally, I just gave up, you know.

31 years later, Gwendolyn Moore's niece, Leslie Power, picks up the hunt. Searching for the answers as to how and why, Gwendolyn Moore ended up dead at the bottom of a Georgia well. I just thought it was kind of strange. I just wanted to know who she was and what had happened to her. Leslie takes her search to the local archives, pulling newspaper clips on her great-aunt's death. This article basically says that some children playing,

I crossed the street from her home, found Gwendolyn in a well. The articles provide some names and dates, but the question of Gwendolyn's official cause of death remains unanswered until Leslie obtains Gwendolyn Moore's death certificate. I thought that it would probably say it was an accident of some sort. So I went up there and got a copy of it, and that's when I actually found out that they had listed it as a homicide. Part of the cause of death says blows to the head.

It also has some notes of a bottle broken on her temple, beaten in the eye and mouth. The black and white details provide some substance to the story of abuse told by Pat Terry. Leslie takes her findings to the local police. The investigator that I was speaking to at the police department called me and said that he couldn't find absolutely anything. And he was as confused as I was. Leslie's search seems to have hit a dead end until the file falls on the desk of an investigator who remembers the case as part of his own childhood. The day that that case came to me was on the 24th of October, and that was my father's birthday.

Clay Bryant is a detective, as well as the son of a detective. At the age of 15, he stood by his father and peered into a well as Gwendolyn Moore's body was hoisted from the well. As her body got to the top of the well, the tension on the cable, her body was just spinning around in a circle, and I'll never forget the swelling in the way that she looked as she hung over that pit. Clay Bryant's father never got a chance to work Gwendolyn Moore's death as it fell outside his police jurisdiction. And knowing what I heard him say time and time again about the injustices that he felt about this case, I couldn't believe that it would come to me in that fashion.

times that I'd spent with him running behind him in a police car and the times that we spent together just as my dad and I. It was just like he was there with me. Clay's first order of business is to get in touch with Leslie Power. The first thing you said was that he had something to tell me before we talked about anything. And I said, okay. I said, before we start about this, I want you to understand and know that I was there. It was like, wow, you're going to be kidding me. No way. Clay Bryant promises to take on the case and agrees with Leslie, Marshall Moore most likely beat his wife to death and then dumped Gwendolyn's body in the well. The problem after so many years is proving it. Until one of

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he had struck her that night violently and had in the past, and the credibility of a polygraphicist. alone in 1970 and under this situation, especially. I don't see how you could lend the polygraph under that circumstance any credibility. Clay Bryant believes Marshall Moore might be his killer. But without any hard evidence, Brian's best hope is a long shot. Someone who saw something 32 years ago and is now willing to talk.

My earliest memories is going to bed, listening to Mama, get beat. In 1970, Al Moore was 13 years old. And I don't mean beat like what people think of today. I'm talking about hair being pulled out of her head. I'm talking about her not being able to see out of her eyes. Now 46, Al is approached by investigator Bryant, who asks him about life under Marshall Moore's roof. He spoke of meetings that he'd suffered,

meetings he'd witnessed his mother suffer, said that he'd been beaten with everything from limbs and sticks to shoes, swing chain. There's no way to describe the pain I felt for the man as he told what they went through. Everybody was scared of daddy. He was an abusive, hot-tempered individual that he only knew of one way. And if it didn't go his way, you would pay for it. Al tells Bryant about one night in particular when he went looking for his name. mother and found her under a neighbor's porch. About seven foot from where the doorway was up underneath the porch, she was sitting on a block.

And her left eye was swollen completely shut. Her right eye, you barely could see any kind of her pupil. Her mouth was swollen up real bad. And she was black and blue in the face. I was scared to touch her. You could see she was in that much visible. pain. And I've regretted that for 30-something years. I was scared to even touch her hand. That's bad when you're scared to touch your own mother because she's hurting so bad. Gwendolyn Moore made

her son promise not to tell his father where she was hiding. She made me promise that I'd go back to the house and that I wouldn't tell daddy where she was at and that she loved me. And it she would be back to guess. And I never told Daddy that she was under the porch. I never told him that I saw her. The next time the 13-year-old saw his mother was the following morning, dead at the bottom of a well. I looked down in a well and I could see her.

She was face down. It looked like she'd been on her knees or something, but she was faced down. My body wouldn't, my mind, I mean, all of it. Because it was something you know that I couldn't believe. You know, this is not possible, this is not happening. And I knew then that this was not something that just an accident. Mama loved us enough that she took those beatings and never once left us.

Mama loved us enough that she took all the abuse and all the humiliation. She'd done all that for us, the children. Mama wasn't going to end and falling no well. Al Moore told police he believed his father was responsible for his mother's fall down the well. Investigators at the time apparently ignored the boy. I think there was more than ample evidence at the time to substantiate that. The good old boy corruption of the South back in 1970, where he had a friend, it had a friend, it had a friend. For whatever reason, law enforcement just elected to forget about Gwendolyn and law.

Now, Investigator Bryant offers more a chance to put away the bad memories and find some measure of justice for his mom. It was during this conversation that, you know, I decided that this case got to proceed, that this was one of the biggest miscarriages of justice I'd ever heard of. And at that point, I was going to go as far as it would go. On May 2nd, 2003, Dr. Chris Sperry examines the remains of Gwendolyn Moore, exhumed from her grave after almost 33 years. Once we found that the soft tissues, the muscles, the blood vessels, the organs, everything like that was just decomposed and gone, then we turned all of our attention to the skeleton to see if we can find any injuries, specifically fractures or breaks in the bones. Of the 206 bones in the human body,

One in particular piques the doctor's interest. What we're looking at here is the specimens that I saved from the examination of Gwendolyn Moore's skeleton, and I saved the hyoid bone. The hyoid is a small U-shaped bone that sits at the front of the neck and holds the clue to Gwendolyn's demise. So if someone is being strangled, the thumbs and the hands are being pushed in from the front, and the hyoid will be pushed backwards against the front of the spine, and when that happens, that is what breaks off the little ends of the horns of the hyoid. And when I looked at these pieces, I found that the ends of each one of the hyoid bone horns had been broken off.

This is conclusive evidence that a woman like this had been strangled. Chris Sperry calls Clay Bryant and shows him the smoking gun Bryant has been hoping for. And I'll never forget what he said. And he reached down and he washed a handful of bone off, and he said, this is interesting. And he said, it's not interesting. This is murder. Marshall Moore, now 66 years old and still living in the community,

is arrested and charged with murder. Moore wants his day in court and taps Bill Stenberger to build a defense. Without any new evidence in regard to anyone seeing Marshall with her, In order to commit that act, you've got to be right there. You've got to be in the vicinity. And no one ever saw them together. So when did it happen? How did it happen?

That's up to them to prove. Stemberger believes he can beat the case, but he never gets the chance. On July 6, 2005, six weeks before his trial is scheduled to begin, Marshall Moore dies of cancer. Well, we did bring you some flowers. know how you like the colors. On an autumn morning, Al Moore pays a visit to his mother's grave. I don't know if you know it, but Daddy's dead too.

We did get it to truth, though. For Moore, the visit is a difficult one. His reflections are tinged with guilt over the last time he saw his mother, beaten, bleeding, and hiding under a porch. Had I taken her by the hands that night from underneath that porch, and walked her down the road to the police department. Maybe she'd be alive today.

She'd probably still sitting with my Aunt Pat right now, and they'd be having a good time. She'd got to see what her boys grew up like. There's a lot of things, you know, and I didn't do that. The murder of Gwendolyn Moore holds potent memories for investigator Clay Bryant as well, of a childhood spent learning life at his father's side. It takes me back.

Of all the lessons I guess I learned on the seat of a police car, I expect I learned twice that many in the seat of a boat out here in this river. I hope, and I know, that my dad would have been very proud of the fact that we did the right thing about the case. It was a really remarkable case to be able to get back to where we were, considering where we started from. And it was just, it took a little more than luck. You know the name of the movie you would like to see.

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