Dateline NBC - The Unusual Suspect

Episode Date: December 26, 2019

In this Dateline classic, investigators question if there is a serial killer in a suburb of Maryland when two mothers and their teenage daughters are murdered. Dennis Murphy reports. Originally aired on NBC on January 23, 2015.

That night, this is absolutely pitch dark. It was abandoned and it was secluded. This was his playground. This is the place that we'd been searching for. I've been shocked. Me and my mother have been shocked. You can feel and hear the fear in her voice. Here comes a monster into your house. Somebody's killing mothers and daughters.

That's about as scary as it gets. I just broke down. You know, who would want to do this? Something you would never imagine would happen. Cold, calculating eyes, lifeless. He was almost a ghost. You don't know when he's going to hit next, and you don't know who he's going to hit next.

He truly thought he could outsmart us. That's when it gets scary. Consider for a moment that cozy word home and all it evokes. Warmth, family, shelter, security. Got it? And now reflect on what happens when those four walls are breached, when nightmare stuff crawls through the window, kicks in the doors, when a haven becomes a house of horrors. So how does that feel? Just ask Lloyd Irvin. I'm laying on the couch. I wake up and there's two gunmen over top of me holding guns, pointing them at me like, holding down, you're being robbed, don't move.

Many years have passed since that night in 2008, here outside the nation's capital, in a nice neighborhood in Prince George's County, Maryland. But Lloyd and his wife Vicki and their son, just four years old at the time, are still haunted by the image of the gunman, two masked intruders. Talk about worst nightmares, this is it. Yes, something you would never imagine would happen. What the robbers didn't count on was that Lloyd is a nationally renowned martial arts expert. And when one of the gunmen walked away to scope out the rest of the house,

Lloyd was suddenly one-on-one with his accomplice. Gunman's over here in the corner. Right in the corner, right there. I know he doesn't have any room to back up at all. I just go. I'm coming over here. I got the gun. I'm trying to get the cartridge out. And once I get the cartridge out, it dropped, so I hit the ground. Where's the intruder gone? He ran out of the room. He was running low like, he has the gun. Get out of here. He has the gun. By the time Lloyd managed to reload the wrestled away gun and give chase, both home invaders had escaped.

I'm calling 911 and my son's on top of me and he's just shaking, not saying a word, not crying, just shaking. And I often think, you know, weren't they going to kill us that night? The Irvin family wouldn't be the first or the last to ask that awful question. I'd like your report of robbery.

I'm driving. Okay. 99-1-1. I had a broken smile. I see the bat. In the months that followed, the area was hit with a wave of home invasions. Each time, two masked men, meticulous about not leaving fingerprints or evidence behind. The Prince George's County Police were baffled, the community understandably on edge.

And then on January 26, 2009, on a quiet street in Upper Marlborough, the county seat, anxiety turned to full-on bolt-the-doors panic. Prince George's County 911 Center, what is your emergency? Ma'am, I've been shot. My mother has been shot. I'm bleeding to death. Where are you? I'm bleeding to death. Where are you? I'm dead. It was a desperate plea for help from a dying girl. On the phone, 16-year-old student Carissa Lofton.

Please slow down. What's the address? Police rushed to the scene, but it was too late. They found Carissa and her mom, Karen, in their bedrooms. Each killed execution style with a shot straight to the head. Crimes quickly become statistics, but this just stands out, doesn't it? It stands out. It makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up also. Veteran Prince George's County homicide detective Bernie Nelson was in charge of the case. The first arriving officers told him they'd found the main door locked shut from the inside.

The killer, they thought, had likely entered the house through an unlocked side window. This bedroom on the second floor that's facing us, that's where Carissa was found. Detective Nelson wondered, did the murders have anything to do with the plague of recent home invasion robberies? If so, why was nothing stolen from the house? Her vehicle was stolen in the driveway. Nothing appeared to disturb. Investigators didn't find any useful forensic evidence. Just six spent shell casings from the bullets that had killed Karen and Carissa, fired from a Glock 17 handgun. We did find out that just two doors down across the street,

someone had seen a blue vehicle parked on the right side of the road. And that right now, at this point, that's all I have. So Detective Nelson set out to find out more about his victims. Karen Lofton turned out to be a devoted mother and nurse with no apparent enemies. She was divorced from Carissa's father, Kirkland,

who now lived in Atlanta. The daughter, Carissa, was in private school, good grades, and still very attached to her father. Carissa was a special girl for me because at a young age, then she had open heart surgery, and she bounced right back from it. Kirkland says he had watched Carissa blossom into a gregarious teenager, a fashionista and aspiring model with a knack for selfies. I sing this song by Bob Carlyle. It was called Butterfly Kisses. It told the story of him and a daughter. I used to sing that song to her, and she would just look up at me,

and she just loved me singing that song to her. She was my butterfly. That's what I called her. Now Kirkland's butterfly was dead. And Detective Nelson recruited some of PG County's finest to help him solve the case, including Detective Anthony Shartner. This is, you know, a mother, hard hardworking and her daughter, you know, both think that they're safely inside their home. And here comes the guy out of your worst dreams. Yep. Here comes a monster into your house. And he's got a Glock. It shocked us all. As the hunt for this brutal killer went into full gear,

detectives started, as they always do, with the usual suspects. Since there's no rhyme or reason behind it that you can come up with, you have to look at family members. And one family member in particular, Carissa's 20-year-old brother, Kian. He lived in the house too, but he wasn't there when cops arrived. Police spotted him near the crime scene

several hours after the murders. Could a son, a brother, have done such a monstrous thing? The questions begin. Would you have hurt your mom and sister now? One of the detectives blatantly said, everybody in that room think it's you. Was it?

What happened next would launch a whole new wave of fear. A mother and her daughter executed. Detective Bernie Nelson had investigated hundreds of murders, had learned to keep the recurring images of death at arm's length. But this case was different. He was a father to a teenager around Carissa Lofton's age. Ma'am, I've been shot. My mother has been shot. I'm bleeding to death. That poor little girl, in her bedroom she has the gumption to get on the phone and call you. It hurts to listen to the 911 call because you can feel and hear the fear in her voice. Even though nothing was taken, it seemed clear that the killer broke into the house. In fact, the burglar alarm had gone off, but it was disabled in under a minute. And that put Karen's son, Keon Loftin, at the top of police's person of interest list.

He lived in the house. He knew the code. Police brought him in for questioning. Did your mom set the alarm for the house? Mm-hmm. Okay, all the time? Every day, every time. One of the detectives blatantly said, everybody in that room think it's you. You know, you're the only one who had access to the PIN code.

Would you have hurt your mom and sister? You would have hurt your mom and sister? You would have hurt your mom and sister? I was upset, like, you're not going to stay with me. I didn't have anything to do with it, you know. You can do whatever you need to do. It's not going to be me. Keon told investigators he'd been spending the night at his fiancée's house when her mom woke him and told him she'd heard on the news that two women on his street had been murdered.

I just ran out the house. My heart's racing. I just hopped the gate, hopped in my car. I'm running lights, speeding. I'm still calling at the same time. And when I got there, they asked me for my name, and I was like, I'm Keon. And the police officer just kind of looked into his radar and said, OK, we got this sign here. And I just broke down, you know. Keon's alibi checked out. It wasn't him. Investigators also interviewed Kirkland, Karen's ex-husband and Carissa's father.

He, too, had an airtight alibi. He'd been in Atlanta at the time of the murders. Next on Detective Nelson's list was Karen's former boyfriend, Michael Lacey. He'd refused to take a lie detector test, so police interviewed him three separate times. Did you all have keys to each other's house or anything like that? Definitely not. You couldn't just walk over and walk in? He's someone that we had to roll out completely, and we did that.

So if you're thinking in your line of work, the usual suspects, the usual suspects weren't going to figure in this one. Not as far as immediate family. Detectives Nelson and Chartner realized they had on their hands what homicide cops hate, a true mystery. The first 48 hours of the case, usually you get a break in here. There's something that says, chase this, right? Yes. Normally you would get something within the first 48 hours. So this thing was as baffling as it was cruel. Exactly. It didn't make any sense.

Then came March 16, 2009, six weeks after the Lofton killings, when two unsolved murders became four. It began with a report of a stolen Nissan Maxima, just a couple of blocks from where the Loftons had been killed. What's the nature of your emergency? I just left my house maybe an hour ago and have come back. My car is missing out of the carport.

Detective Schartner was on call that night. She's on the phone with the call taker. She notices that her car comes zooming by from up here on the street and comes by her at a fast rate of speed. That's my car. Okay, it just zoomed past me. Wow. She sees it while she's on the phone with dispatch? Here it comes, there it goes. Absolutely. Police swarmed the neighborhood hoping to nab the car thief. He was nowhere to be found, but police soon discovered

the stolen car. Captured here on a cruiser's dash camera, it was parked in the driveway of a vacant house engulfed in flames. Firefighters called to the scene to extinguish the fire made a grisly discovery. Two bodies burned beyond recognition. And the victims? Another mother and her teenage daughter. Dental records confirm the identities of the two female bodies found Monday in the trunk of this stolen car. 42-year-old Dolores DeWitt and her daughter, 19-year-old Ebony DeWitt. She worked at a nursing home and she loved taking care of the elderly population. I mean, she loved those people and they loved her. Patricia Smith remembers her sister Dolores as a mother and nurse who worked hard to provide a good life for her two daughters, but always saved a little time for herself.

She liked to go places. Every year she would treat herself on vacation. She felt like she worked hard, she should play hard. And Ebony, she was the live wire at family get-togethers. We just would just make the party live and just act crazy until the end of the day. I mean, she loved life. The last person known to have seen Ebony alive was her boyfriend. He told detectives that the previous night they'd had a late dinner, she was wearing her favorite blue sweater. Then he drove her home, watched her go inside her house. The killer may have been waiting.

And now, when police once again made no arrests within 48 hours of the murders, waiting too was a devastated Patricia. I started going back to my sister's house. Late at night, I would go and sit in the yard just hoping that he would come back. I would sit there with the knife in my hand and I would hold it, like, real tight just in case he came up on me or something because it would be him or me, either him or me. And I told the detectives what I did.

She couldn't sit still and do nothing. She wanted to be involved in the investigation from day one. She would actually go door to door in the neighborhood and talk to neighbors, try to ask them questions. But I had to repeatedly explain to her that we can't have her interrupting our case. She's a thorn in your side. She is, but I understood, because if my sister were killed, it would be hard for me to sit still, too. So Detective Shartner made Patricia a promise. We were sitting in the car, and I remember just crying and crying and crying,

and then he promised me. He said, I'm going to get her. If it's the last thing I do, he said, I'm going to get him. If it's the last thing I do, he said, I'm going to get him. To do that, Detective Schartner and Nelson had to confront a terrifying question. So you got two murdered mother-daughters within, across the fence virtually. Same neighborhood. So you're thinking, are these things related, right? You have to think that.

And if they are related, you have a serial murderer on your hands and you don't know when he's going to hit next and you don't know who he's going to hit next. The fear that spread was absolutely amazing. A neighborhood on edge, police under pressure, and the question everyone feared, would there be another victim? It was wide open. We had nothing. That's when it gets scary. Prince George's homicide detectives Bernie Nelson and Tony Shartner, hoped their collective experience would help crack two of the most horrific murder cases they'd ever encountered. When you back up and look at what you got, the scary fact is somebody's killing mothers and daughters, right? That's the commonality.

Yes, and with the close proximity of where the witch was found burning the vehicle, it was just two blocks away from where the Loftons were shot in their house. The detectives suspected they were dealing with the same murderer in both cases, especially when they realized Dolores DeWitt was a single mom and a nurse, just like Karen Lofton. But first, they exhausted the usual suspects. Dolores had an ex-husband and an ex-girlfriend, but both had solid alibis.

We'd given them polygraph tests. They passed. We did background checks on them. We found out where they were, and there was nothing that would lead us to say that they were involved. As in the Lofton case, when detectives searched the DeWitts' home, they found no sign of a forced entry, just an unlocked side window. And inside the house, once again, no forensic evidence, but a different pattern. The killer had taken his victims with him. We don't know if they were killed inside the house and transported away, or if they were just transported away and killed elsewhere. The burned-out Nissan Maxima that carried the mother and daughter's bodies didn't yield any significant clues either.

The fire had destroyed everything but a tiny piece of jeans on Dolores's body. And attached to the jeans, some leaves foliage experts identified as coming from a beech tree. Odd, because there were no trees like that in the neighborhood. And the mystery only deepened when the autopsy results came back. Ebony and Dolores were actually killed 24 hours prior to them being burned in the car. That was another hiccup in the case. Where were these two bodies kept for a full day? It seemed the DeWitt's killer took immense risk to get rid of the bodies. You're talking about taking two women out of their house and transporting them to another location

and then stealing a car, putting those dead bodies in the car, driving past the house that you just stole the car from, and then parking it in a driveway of a vacant house and then setting that car on fire and walking away. And the autopsy also revealed that Dolores and Ebony were strangled, not shot as the Loftons had been. It was a puzzle. Were they dealing with a serial killer or not?

Did you think one guy was responsible for both these crimes? I would go back and forth. One day I was all in that this is the same person. The next day, I thought it wasn't because both crimes are so different. Then, finally, the detectives caught a break. They learned that a month before the DeWitt murders, the owner of the stolen Nissan Maxima had been the victim of a break-in. She reported it, but at the time told police nothing had been taken.

Now she noticed her spare set of car keys was missing. So, Tony, as I understand your detective's logic goes something like this. If I can find the person who broke in, who stole the key, who then used the vehicle to transport the bodies, I'm getting close to my killer. Exactly. It certainly would give me a direction where maybe that person then can direct me to the killer. 200 police officers blanketed the area and brought in more than 80 people for questioning, all to no avail. For many Prince George's County residents, like home invasion victims Vicki and Lloyd Irvin, that meant only one thing, panic. It was crazy. I couldn't sleep at

night. Any sound, I had alarms put up throughout the entire house. And plus we got the dogs. And bars on the window. Yes. The house was turned into Fort Knox. A barking crazy dog who claws at the windows if he hears a doorbell ring. I mean, there was no peace in the house. And I was like, you have to turn some of this stuff down. I can't live like this because he's like, I don't care. This is going to save our life, you know. Just the fear that spread was absolutely amazing. By July 2009, four months after the DeWitt murders and six months after the Lofton murders, detectives were stumped. We kept calling them and they wasn't giving us no answers. So that kind of pissed me off because I felt like we deserved to know something. It was wide open. We had nothing.

You're out of your investigative playbook. And then that's when it gets scary. The detective had made a promise to Patricia that he would take down her sister's killer. Would that turn out now to be an empty promise? At this point what he needed was luck and luck was about to come his way from the most unexpected source. He would only whisper. He would actually whisper in my ear. An unassuming neighbor comes forward with some unbelievable information. At that point, we realized that our investigation just took a drastic turn. Prince George's County detectives Tony Shartner and Bernie Nelson theorized the home burglar

who stole a spare key to a Nissan Maxima might lead them to a serial killer but how to find him we chased down all those leaves and took us you know several weeks and we came up with nothing then in july 2009 chartner got an unexpected tip federal agents from the atf the bureau of alcohol tobacco and firearms had arrested two men for selling stolen weapons. They suspected one of them had also been involved in several burglaries in the area. His name was Jason Scott. Jason Scott lived two, three blocks away from the DeWitt's house.

So obviously that's somebody that I want to go talk to. The detective and the thief met in a police station holding room. The subject, who was quick to deny he had anything to do with any of the burglaries, looked to Shartner like a pipsqueak. He was a small guy. He was meek. His voice was very low. He wouldn't speak to me as you and I are speaking. He would only whisper. He would actually come up and actually whisper in my ear.

Did you think, Tony, at that point, I got a suspect here? No. ATF agents John Cooney and Dave Cheplak led the federal investigation into the weapons theft. And they, too, were having a tough time trying to read Jason Scott. Usually, we're pursuing the most violent criminals in the United States, and for lack of a better word, you know, this guy wasn't a thug. In fact, Jason turned out to be a college graduate and a valued employee at UPS. We did a background check on him, and really he had no criminal history.

Jason and his accomplice were charged with weapons theft and possession. But given that neither had a criminal record, a judge released them pending trial. She basically had to make a decision, all right, you're not a flight risk and you're not a danger to the community. So both of them were released to home monitoring. So they could come and go. Court is telling them, go and sin no more, don't be stupid, don't be a bad guy. But the ATF agents weren't about to let Jason Scott walk away quite so easily.

They suspected he had other co-conspirators in the weapons theft. And Instinct suggested he just might be the kind of petty criminal happy to throw others under the bus in exchange for a lenient deal. So the feds offered him what's called a proper session, sometimes called king for a day. In monopoly, it's known as a get-out-of-jail-free card. It's an agreement between the prosecutor and suspect that says, essentially, you tell us everything you know, and we'll go easy on you. And the stuff that I spilled out, you will not come after me? That's the agreement? If we can't prove that any other way besides him telling us, then there's nothing you can do. You can't use his statements against him when that statement is given in that proper session. Agents Cheplak and Cooney had been on

the job for a long time, but what happened next stunned even them. So we come into the room to conduct the proper session with Jason Scott. Myself and Dave Cheplak are on this side of the table. Jason and his defense attorney are sitting across from us. We see that Jason has three pieces of paper in front of him on the table. Dave and I take a look at the papers and see about 40 different addresses. Suddenly, Jason admits to breaking into all these houses. Not only that, nine of the houses he tells us he breaks into, wakes people up, points guns at their heads, and robs them of their valuables. At that point, we realize that we're not just dealing with a guy selling and stealing guns. Our investigation just took a drastic turn.

Jason had rocked the federal agents off their script. The king for a day deal was about copping to the firearms charge. And here he was telling them instead that he and his accomplice, Marcus Hunter, made a living by pointing guns at so many people's heads, including during that botched home invasion of the Irvin family. But he's cut his deal, John. You can't go after him on those burglaries, the home invasions. At that point, you're correct.

He's home. He's got free. Home free. Even better for Jason, he believed his accomplice Marcus Hunter alone would be left to take the fall for their crime spree. He figures, if I'm the one who's willing to testify against Marcus, that'll be his opportunity to lessen his sentence. Smart's cunning. How good was this guy? He certainly had a plan, and he had an idea of what he was trying to get away with.

It really was a real-life cat-and-mouse game for him. Back at the county, Detective Schartner was floored when he heard from a colleague that the pipsqueak he'd interviewed and dismissed the week before had fessed up to a majority of the unsolved home invasions and burglaries in those well-to-do neighborhoods of Prince George's County, including one his colleague had been investigating. And I thought, oh, good for you. You got your case closed out, but I'm still here with four dead women that we haven't solved. And I said, hey, I'm just out of curiosity. Can you give me that list? When the detective plotted the addresses Jason had pushed across the table onto a map, he couldn't believe the picture that emerged. Is this an aha moment in your investigation?

This is the aha moment. This is our first break in the case. We don't know if we have our guy, but we certainly have now something to investigate. The investigation was about to lead them here,

something called the spooky house. And a federal officer on this case would soon be spooked himself. I actually grabbed my gun and proceeded to tactically clear my house. That's how concerned I was.

He's that dangerous of a guy? This is ground zero. This is where I responded to was this location, and this is where the DeWitts were found. Thinking he'd made the deal of a lifetime, mild-meek Jason Scott had confessed to a wave of home invasions and burglaries in Prince George's County, Maryland. But by doing so, he had unwittingly provided

homicide investigators with the first real lead in the Lofton and DeWitt murder investigations. What happens up here as you continue to go up? What are the other dots? So these other various dots here along the map are the locations where Jason Scott admitted to breaking into the houses here on Woodlawn. And here's what the detective found strange. Jason had admitted to every unsolved burglary on the block. All but one. The house from where the Nissan spare keys were stolen. For me, the most important part of this puzzle was to find out who broke into this house right here.

And in interrogation, he did not give you that address? He did not. An anomaly, Schartner wondered? Or did Jason know just how important the car keys were and deliberately keep that house off his list? We don't see guys that break into houses and steal a TV, then morph into

a serial killer. We don't know if we have our guy, but we certainly have now something to investigate. Detective Shartner and Nelson teamed up with ATF agents Chet Black and Cooney to create a task force

to solve the riddle of Jason Scott. When you guys talked to friends and family trying to figure out who he was, did anybody tell you he was a nice guy,

can't believe that you've got him in the frame for this? Nobody had anything like that to say about him. As a matter of fact, most people knew nothing about him. He was almost a ghost.

A ghost indeed. When investigators examined items seized at Jason's home, they found this. Disturbing videos he apparently shot as he snuck around the neighborhood. Turns out Jason Scott was as scary a peeping Tom as investigators had ever seen. Video of someone walking through the woods, videotaping people through their homes in various states of dress and undress, getting ready for work or getting ready to go to bed. This is deeply creepy stuff. Absolutely. The person who knew him best was Marcus Hunter, the accomplice first arrested with Jason Scott. But Marcus wasn't talking.

Investigators wondered, was he afraid of Jason? Another former co-conspirator was telling investigators Jason was no one to cross. These guys would say, if I ever got into a fight with Jason, Jason wouldn't fight me back, but two weeks later, he'd be the type of guy to come back and burn my house down. I'm trying to do what he will. He's crazy. Three weeks after his king for a day deal, Jason Scott was still walking the streets, and investigators knew enough about him to worry for their own safety. His M.O. was he would specifically go and cut the power to these homes.

So one night, sleeping, and I kind of become aware that all of a sudden the power is off in my house. So knowing that Jason knew my name and thinking that he could figure out where I lived, I actually grabbed my gun and proceeded to tactically clear my house just to make sure that he wasn't the reason for the power being out. As I worked my way through the house and into the kitchen, wasn't the reason for the power being out. As I worked my way through the house and into the kitchen, I finally come up and I notice that in the backyard, the entire neighborhood is dark. That point in time, I kind of take a sigh of relief and I realize it's not him, but that's how concerned I was.

He's that dangerous of a guy that I recognized he needed to be in jail. If Jason Scott was smart, the task force simply had to be smarter. And investigators noticed Jason didn't seem to understand an important legal nuance. His proffer didn't guarantee him complete immunity. The cops could not use his own words against him, but they could use the words of others. So when investigators found that other accomplice of Jason's, they grilled him. These details eerily mirrored what happened in the DeWitt murders. He likes to steal car keys, spare keys, and he likes to come back later and get that car.

That was exactly the case with the Nissan, right? First check. He liked to park cars in vacant houses, preferably houses that were for sale. Again, the torched car with the bodies. It was a vacant house that was for sale. Again, the torched car with the bodies. It was a vacant house that was for sale. Detective Nelson nailed down several connections between Jason Scott and the first mother-daughter murder, the Loftons. Most important of those, Jason's car,

a dark blue Toyota Camry. It matched the description of the mysterious car one of the Loftons' neighbors had seen. That could very well have been the vehicle that the neighbor had seen that night of the killing. Yes. Then investigators discovered another sickening piece of evidence, a video Jason made of the victims of one of his home invasions,

a mother and her teenage daughter. Brought her into her bedroom and set up a video camera. And in the process of setting up that video camera, in which he was going to basically film himself sexually assaulting her, the camera just happened to pan right by his face, and that screenshot showed us this. Wow. This is what a lot of Jason's victims saw. It's cold, calculating eyes, lifeless.

Investigators were shocked, even more so when they dug up the old police report and noticed what the perpetrator they now knew to be Jason had blurted out to the mother and daughter just before he left. Okay, here it is. He said he didn't want to hurt us, but he said he was supposed to kill us. Yet all this evidence was purely circumstantial. Not enough to charge, let alone convict Jason of murder. But that was about to change.

And it had to do with the one case police had plenty of evidence for, the weapons theft. When the ATF agents talked to Jason about it, he mentioned the Spooky House, some kind of an abandoned old property off the beaten path in Upper Marlborough, the place where he said he and his accomplices used to go to divvy up the loot. Detective Schartner had a spooky feeling that they brought more than guns there. We're still trying to find the place or house or wherever where the DeWitts were stored or kept for those 20-some-odd hours. So this spooky house, whatever it is, could be the place.

Absolutely. And according to Jason's proffer, if his statements led to new evidence, that evidence could be used to prosecute him. My first thought and impressions were that this was going to be like an old, rickety house, maybe falling apart. Doesn't feel like we're heading to a spooky house, guys. No. old rickety house maybe falling apart. Doesn't feel like we're heading to Spooky House, guys. No, no. It wasn't until we came here that we realized there was a long driveway here that maybe made sense.

There it is, huh? The Spooky House was a Georgian mansion up for sale and, like the property where the Nissan was set on fire, vacant. What a hideaway to do whatever you want to do away from prying eyes, huh? Absolutely. At night, this is absolutely pitch dark. This is just a playground that Jason Scott had. The task force called in the forensic team. We walked down here through these rocks here, and that's when I first initially saw the sweater, which was actually right down here in the rocks. It was the charred remains of a blue sweater, the kind Ebony DeWitt had worn the last time she'd been seen alive. And once we saw that, we said, hey, this is it. This is finally something.

And you're talking about a high-five moment. We looked a bit further and walked down these rocks here, and then scattered within these leaves over here were the gene pieces. Genes that seemed to match the gene fragments were covered from Dolores DeWitt's body. Leaves covered the ground there, and the task force wondered whether they were beech tree leaves, the type that were found attached to Dolores' jeans. Detective Schartner brought an expert to the spooky house to identify the foliage. He pulled up here and he said, this is the jackpot of beech trees.

Poor Ebony and her mom were here, no question. Without a doubt. But to arrest Jason, investigators needed more. In the meantime, they'd eliminated his accomplice as a murder suspect, so they hit him up again, hinting, Jason is talking, and if you don't, you'll be the one to take the fall. That did it. Marcus Hunter finally agreed to cooperate.

And right away, he dropped a bombshell about Jason. The specter of him becoming a monster grows with each and every stone that we overturn. I think he truly thought he could outsmart us. Could he? What would it take to put Jason Scott behind bars?

And, let me tell you something that'll probably freak you out. One more chilling revelation for the Irvin family. Are you serious? Almost six weeks after Jason Scott walked out of the prosecutor's office with a potential stay-out-of-jail deal in hand, the task force persuaded Jason's accomplice, Marcus Hunter, to cooperate. The king for a day was about to be dethroned.

So Marcus tells us that about a month prior to the DeWitts being killed, that he and Jason are running through the backyards because they had just done a job. And Jason stops and looks into DeWitt's house, and he notices Ebony, and he starts to stare. And Marcus gets uncomfortable and says, hey, we can't stay here all night. You need to go. Much more damaging, the accomplice told the task force

that after yet another robbery, and approximately an hour before Dolores and Ebony were killed, he had given Jason a ride to his car, parked just a block or so from the DeWitts. And the accomplice had more. He said that there was at one point, and it was during the time that the Loftons were murdered, that he had seen Jason Scott for a short time frame with a Glock 17. A Glock 17, the very weapon used to murder Karen and Carissa. I had one of our investigators try to find out who purchased Glock 17s over the last two years.

And then contact those people and find out if they can account for their handgun. And he found out that a home was broken into 13 days before the Loftons were killed, and during that break-in, their Glock 17 handgun was stolen. And here is where Detective Nelson got lucky. The state of Maryland requires handguns to be test fired before they're sold so it can archive each gun's shell casings to help identify or trace the weapon should it be later used in a crime. We immediately took out shell casings and had them compared to that known shell casing from that known handgun. And during that testing, they were able to verify that all six shell casings came from that one particular Glock 17.

That was the weapon that was used to kill both of my victims. Once we found out where the murder weapon came from that was used to kill the Loftons, we needed to find out if Jason Scott ever had that gun in his hands. So we asked his accomplice, Marcus Hunter, if they ever broke into a house in this one particular neighborhood. He said they did. It

was only one house. We never told him which one it was, and he took us directly to it, the house that the Glock was stolen from that killed the Loftons. As far as that handgun goes, I think that was the nail in Jason's coffin. We know that he stole that weapon. Did that solve the Lofton murders? It got as close as we were going to get. Detective Chartner and Nelson arrested Jason Scott at his home on September 2, 2009. I distinctly remember telling him, Jason, take a look at your house. This is the last time you'll see it.

He didn't even have a response. He just gave some type of noise, smacking his lips as if I'll be back. I think he truly thought he could outsmart us. And fortunately, between Bernie and I and the two agents from the ATF, we outsmarted him. And personally, the takedown of Jason Scott made the detective a promise keeper. He said, I'm going to get him. If it's the last thing I do. He said, I'm going to get him. And he got him. In exchange for his cooperation, Marcus Hunter got a reduced seven-year sentence for weapons possession.

It would be another three years before the ATF and county police analyzed all the evidence against Jason Scott. When all was said and done, he was sentenced to 185 years in prison. One of the things that the judge said, and I'll never forget this, is he said, you're not even a crime wave, you're a tsunami of crime. Satisfaction to take down a guy like this? Extreme. It was the proudest moment of my career. But Jason did cut one final deal.

In exchange for acknowledging that prosecutors had enough evidence to convict him for the DeWitt murders, the state agreed not to prosecute him for the Loftons. That didn't sit well with the Lofton family, but it was the best investigators thought they could do. But the bottom line is, we know that Jason is gone forever. He only has one life to give. We can't punish him any more than what he's already being punished.

The serial killer, the master robber and burglar, will likely die behind bars. The neighborhoods he terrorized are safe again. But under some roofs, there's been damage to that concept of home as a sanctuary. Take Vicki and Lloyd Irvin. They've kept their burglar bars, their home alarm system. They didn't know how much they needed that stuff until we filled them in. Let me tell you something that'll probably freak you out, and this comes from guy number two in your house. He said after the home invasion they came back.

Are you serious? He wanted another round. They parked in front of your place, did a little surveillance, scoped it out, and Jason Scott wanted to come back in and even the score. I didn't know that. That's scary. Could have been your picture on the 11 o'clock news. That's right. Like how does one person cause so much damage and so much hurt and so much loss for so many people? It still blows my mind.