True Crime Campfire - Listen Now: Blood and Water

Episode Date: May 11, 2026

Today we’re sharing something a little different from our friends at ABC News and 20/20. It’s the first episode of a brand new original true crime series called "Blood and Water."  In 2001, Leslie Preer was found brutally murdered, her body left in the shower of her home in the wealthy suburbs of Washington, D.C. Investigators initially set their sights on Leslie’s husband as the prime suspect — until bombshell DNA evidence revealed the presence of an "unknown male" at the scene. With extensive access to the original police tapes and interviews with the cold case detectives who worked to solve the crime, Blood and Water tells an in-depth story of the decades-long wait for justice for Leslie’s daughter, and the cutting-edge investigative techniques that finally caught the killer.  To hear the rest of the series, follow "Blood and Water" on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Apple Podcasts⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Spotify⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Amazon Music⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, or wherever you listen to podcasts.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

If you're looking for another gripping, thoughtfully researched crime show, check out blood and water from ABC News in 2020. In 2001, Leslie Prier was found brutally murdered, her body left in the shower of her home in the wealthy suburbs of Washington, D.C. Investigators initially set their sights on Leslie's husband as the prime suspect, until bombshell DNA evidence revealed the presence of an unknown male at the scene. With extensive access to the original police tapes and interviews with the cold case detectives who work to solve the crime, blood and water tells an in-depth story of the decades-long wait for justice for Leslie's daughter and the cutting-edge investigative techniques that finally caught the killer.

In this episode, Leslie fails to show up to work. When investigators are called to her home, they find a gruesome crime scene. Keep listening to hear Blood and Water Episode 1 and catch the whole series wherever you get podcasts. Just search for Blood and Water. May 2nd, 2001 was 25 years ago, but Linda Lyle still remembers what the weather was like that day. It was a beautiful, beautiful May day. The sun was shining. It was just a beautiful day. Back then, Linda was working at an advertising company on the edge of Washington, D.C. It was a small office. And Linda knew all her colleagues by name, including a woman named Leslie Prier.

Leslie was a part-time employee. She had been brought it. We were desperate for someone to file. Leslie helped with the administrative side of the business. She'd been with the company for four years. She was in her late 40s, but looked a lot younger. A classic, Grace Kelly-esque beauty with dark hair and fine features. Oh, she was beautiful.

She had a quiet manner. She was dainty to me. But on this particular spring morning in 2001, Leslie was not at work as scheduled. She didn't show up. This was a problem, from a business perspective. It was Leslie's job to mail invoices. If no invoices went out, no money was coming in. This was 2001, where the company had a lot of still paperwork, if you will, because we weren't in quite the...

digital age. Brett Reedy was the operations manager in the office. He was also Leslie's boss. Brett had recently had a talk with her about punctuality. Leslie lived nearby, just a few miles away, but she'd been turning up late a lot. It was odd that she wasn't there, only because she was kind of on probation, if you will, with me. It wasn't a handwritten probation or anything like that.

It was just like, look, you got to make it by 10. So when 10 a.m. came and went, Brett took notice. When she didn't show up at 1015, I just assumed she had a doctor's appointment or something held her up in the bus or something like that. Brett Reedy is a pretty even-keeled guy. But Leslie's absence that day, it clearly got his attention. At 1015, he asked her on the office. Did anyone know where Leslie was? Everyone said no.

At 10.30, Brett had his secretary call Leslie's house. No answer. He said, darn it. You know, where the hell is Leslie? Linda says Brett was annoyed, but he was also concerned. He wondered if Leslie's bus had broken down. I know it only takes about 20, 25 minutes for her to get to the office. So I said something must have happened.

By 1115, Brett called Leslie's husband, Sandy Prier. I said, well, you know, I'm calling you because Leslie's not here. And did she have a doctor's appointment I don't know about? He goes, no, very quickly. And he goes, that's not good. So I'm like, well, wait a, okay. So this, now something's something's really wrong. So on that warm May morning, 25 days,

years ago, Brett made the decision to go to Leslie Breer's home and try to find out why she hadn't shown up. It was a decision that would land Brett in the middle of a gruesome scene and a bewildering mystery that would take decades to solve. What happened was a violent secret, carefully. kept for years until a revolution in how crimes are investigated finally brought the truth to light. From ABC Audio in 2020, I'm Stephanie Ramos and this is Blood and Water. Episode 1.

Looking for Leslie Prier and her husband, Sandy, lived in Chevy Chase, Maryland. It's a prestigious suburb of Washington, D.C., full of picturesque neighborhood. And it's a place I know well. When I first joined ABC News 11 years ago, I worked out of the D.C. Bureau, just a few miles away. Chevy Chase is a place that always seemed to radiate calm, quiet respectability, and wealth. Even in 2001, the average house in Chevy Chase cost three times the national average. It's in one of the most educated, high-earning counties in the country. So how far are we from where you and Leslie worked at the time?

Probably at the most two miles. Last year, I asked Leslie Pryor's boss, Brett Brady, to show me the neighborhood where the Pryors lived. Now in his 60s, Brett drove me, retracing his journey from all those years ago. On that day in 2001, when Leslie didn't show up for work, Brett had driven the long way to her house. Checking side streets and lines,

Leslie's bus route. If her bus had broken down, perhaps she'd been stranded by the road. Yes, yes. This is what it looked like back then? Well, absolutely. Like many other suburbs across the country, Chevy Chase is full of lush green lawns and lots of helpful signs telling you to look out for children playing and neighborhood watch. The Priers lived on Drummond Avenue, where a row of large houses sit behind tall trees. It's an area Brett Reedy knows like the back of his hand. And this is my house where I grew up in. This one right here?

The next one on the right. Oh, it's lovely. But this is, yeah, great neighborhood. I had about probably six friends that lived on this street from elementary school. And right here at this intersection, I was off in a patrol for elementary school right here. for this crossing. I remember those seats, too. I was a patrol.

I was a fifth grade patrol kid. Right. Mine was sixth grade. You had to fold the patrol belt a certain way. Leslie's daughter, the Prier's only child, had attended that same elementary school. Brett said the reason he went to Leslie's house that day is because he knew the neighborhood so well.

Even the street they lived on was familiar. Brett drove me, the length of Drummond Avenue to where the cul-de-sac ended. This is where the house would have been. So you see, it's obviously redone. The Pryor's home was knocked down a few years ago and a different, modern house

now sits in its place. Crime scene pictures show that the Piers' house was a colonial-style red-brick home, two stories tall, with the white columns flanking the front door. In the photos, the house looks perfectly symmetrical, neat as a pin.

Brett and I stopped right out front where the Pierses' house once stood. And then if I get right here, this is where I would think about Leslie. Brett's tour of the neighborhood had ended right where he was 25 years ago, looking up at a perfect house on a perfect street, totally unaware of what was lurking inside.

On the morning of May 2, 2001, it was sunny, warm, and approaching 11.30 a.m. When Brett Reedy pulled up at the prayer house and walked up to the front door, Brett recognized Leslie's husband when he pulled into the driveway just after him. Sandy Prier was broad-shouldered with reddish hair and thick glasses. The two men weren't friends, but they'd met before. Sandy worked in an office nearby. When Brett told Sandy that Leslie hadn't shown up at work, Sandy told his boss he had a family emergency

and left immediately to go to the house, arriving moments after Brett. He walked up to me and he said, Hey, Brett, how you doing? He opens the door and is yelling, Leslie, Leslie, Leslie. And as soon as I walk in, I look to my right and there's a large pool of blood. I mean, it's a significant amount of blood,

maybe about a three-foot diameter of pooled blood. Brett later told police that he felt he saw the blood moments before Sandy. When Sandy did notice it, he said, oh my God. The men were standing in the foyer. From there, they had a view of most of the house. The living room was on their left. The stairs to the second floor were straight ahead. and the dining room was to the right with the view of the kitchen toward the back of the house.

In the foyer, blood was smeared around the floor, as if someone had tried to wipe it up. It was also spattered on the walls. A small welcome mat, stained with blood, lay in a heap in the living room. A table that usually stood in the entranceway had been knocked over. I noticed a lot of blood on the steps leading upstairs. splattered blood all over the steps. Oh, God. Something's happened here.

It looked bad, like the aftermath of something violent. Brett didn't want to move. He didn't want to find Leslie, he said, in some kind of compromised position. So he stayed in the foyer while Sandy walked up to the second floor, calling for his wife. Brett looked into the day.

dining room and saw something peculiar, a pool of water on the floor. He bent down to take a closer look. And I'm still kind of knelt down. And as I'm knelt down, I noticed something move down the hall. It was the door to the basement. And that door was slowly opening. I was like, oh, no, you know, the way it's slowly opened. Again, I'm thinking, uh-oh, it's, it's, it's Leslie. She's probably hurt and something's happened. But it was not. It was the dog. The Prier's elderly black lab, Boomer. A dog had pushed its nose open the door and then started walking towards me. So there was a little bit of that heart palpitation there for a second. Sandy went down the basement steps to check things out, but soon came back up. Still, no sign of Leslie.

Brett started pointing out the blood smears to Sandy, blood on the floor, blood on the walls, blood on the stairs. Sandy had noticed them, but he kept insisting that there had been an accident, perhaps on the stairs, and that Leslie had been hurt. To Brett, it felt like Sandy hadn't grasped

the seriousness of the situation. And he goes, she must have fallen. Well, that's, You know, my reaction probably was a hell of a fall. Where Brett found the situation shocking, he says Sandy seemed calm. Sandy did not seem to react to what I was pointing out. It was a little strange. I remember saying to him, look, Sandy, they tried to clean this up.

So I think intuitively, I just somebody hurt somebody and tried to clean it up. Sandy's reaction was she must have fallen down. He kept going that route. Sandy later told police he believed Leslie had injured herself at home and a neighbor had taken her to a hospital. He thought she was hurt, but being taken care of. Sandy said that a few minutes after entering the home, he decided to call local emergency rooms to see if Leslie had been brought in. Sandy and Brett went into the kitchen, where Sandy opened up the yellow pages on the counter. But they soon noticed the kitchen also showed evidence of Leslie being injured.

Blood everywhere. Blood on the appliances. Blood on the back door. Blood a little bit on the table. But what I noticed was the back door was a jar a little bit. fully closed. So something I remembered really well. I thought it was odd.

By this time, the men had been in the house for around 15 minutes. From the top floor to the basement, they'd found no sign of Leslie, but plenty of blood. At 1146 a.m., Brett called 911.

911. What's emergency? I work for a company, and We didn't hear to have a call from an employee. We just walked in the door, our husband and I, and there's blood in the, in the, in the, in the foyer, and it looks like something possibly happened. Okay.

So, um. Are you, you not in the house anymore, are you? I'm in, we're in the house right now. Uh, the husband's looking around. You hadn't heard you're with the husband? I'm with the husband, yes. Okay. Is there a lot of blood?

But it looks like there's possibly, you know, you just struggle, a couple things knocked down. Okay. Can I ask you to step out of the house? I said, okay. All right, I said to Sandy, we have to get out. Brett and Sandy waited in the front yard. It only took 10 minutes for the police to arrive, and by then, it was approaching midday. When they showed up, Sandy.

well, he kind of greeted them. Again, a little odd. And they pulled their guns. And Sandy goes, whoa, you guys mean business. Like, kind of in a joking way. The officers asked Sandy if the door was unlocked. And when he said it was, they entered. I'm outside talking to Sandy.

I said, you know, could there's something, you know, anything else? and maybe she's you don't know about or, you know, just trying to figure this out. And I asked him directly. I said, Sandy, you were upstairs awfully quick. Did you check everywhere? And as soon as I said that, puts his hand to his head and he goes, oh, I forgot to check the bathroom. Sandy told Brett that when he had gone upstairs, he'd briefly looked into the doorway of each of the room. but hadn't gone all the way in.

But Brett didn't have long to dwell on that. I would say within a minute, the police came back out. And when they walked out, the policeman was wearing gloves, and he was taking them off. And I knew right then. And he walked right up to Sandy and said, sir,

your wife is dead. Brett says that Sandy seemed completely shocked. Disbelief? What? I don't understand. How can that be? Leslie Prier's body was found lying in the shower of the upstairs bathroom. Near her head was a large pool of blood. The police report from that day described it as a sudden death undetermined. An autopsy would be needed to figure out the exact cause of death. The first thing I thought of was Lauren, the daughter.

This was going to be tough. The only daughter. And that's all Leslie talked about. Lauren Prier was 23 years old when she got the news that her mother had died. So talk to me a little bit about your childhood. How was that for you growing up in Maryland with your mom and dad? Just wonderful. See.

I knew it was going to cut. It's okay. When I sat down with her last year to talk about her mom's death, Lauren was almost exactly the same age her mom had been when she died in her late 40s. She says until that day in 2001, the Prier's family life had been idyllic. We're on Drummond Avenue. It's a beautiful neighborhood, extremely safe. I never felt scared there.

And we just would have barbecues and my friends would come over. Like I said, my parents would. My dad would cook. My mom is actually not the best cook. Not to be mean. We have our strengths. Right. So it was just wonderful.

We had a huge backyard. And my mom and I would plant tulips in the front of the house. And they would grow. Lauren said Leslie was always there when she needed her. When I was very young, I always had sleepover parties for my birthday. And I had to like eight to ten. You know, there was like a bunch of girls. We had all a sleeping bag

and we sleep downstairs in the living room. It's like a girl's dream. Yeah. But anyways, my mom, for some bizarre reason, let me rent the Exorcist. Actually, it was my dad. It wasn't my mom.

And so my girls and I all watched the Exorcist. And then after that, I never slept alone. My mom slept in my tundle bed with me. So it was like the pull-out thing. So I had my top part and she would sleep with me until I fell asleep. So she always stayed with me and that's a scary but wonderful memory.

Lauren said that she and her mom spent a lot of time together. Even after Lauren moved out of the house and into an apartment in nearby Silver Spring, they would take trips to D.C. to visit the museums. Lauren said her mom especially liked the National Portrait Gallery. Seems like you both had a very good relationship. Oh yeah. My mom and I were best friends. She was everything to me, everything.

And I just couldn't believe it. On May 2nd, 2001, in the afternoon, Lauren tried to call Leslie. My mom and I talked on the phone every single day. That was a routine. I mean, seriously, I would call her office and her friend, Gail, worked there. And I called the office, and Gail answered the phone.

And I was like, hi, Gail is Lauren. I was like, can I talk to my mom? And she was like, oh, she's not in yet. But I was told to tell you that if you called to call your father, and then I knew something was weird. Lauren called Sandy on his cell. I said, Daddy, I was like, hi. I was like, what, mama's not at work?

What's going on? I was confused. And I looked out the window and I saw a police car pull up. And I said, something, I said, what's going on? And I saw my dad and a police officer get out of the car. I said, oh, God, what the hell's happening? My dad is like, he was just talking, but everything was in slow motion. He's like, Lauren, your mom has been in an accident.

I think seeing, like, a bus accident or was she got in a car? Like, you know, I wasn't thinking the work of that. And then he said, she's no longer with us anymore. I was like, what? And so I ran into my bedroom and he screamed, like scream, screamed. Like, what you hear on, like, the horror movies, like deep down in your stomach scream. And I just waited for a few minutes.

I don't understand. Sandy told Lauren that Leslie had died in an accident. But investigators didn't actually know what happened. The scene at the prayer home was full of details that didn't make sense. No signs of forced entry. Leslie, dead in an upstairs shower. Her blood? Downstairs.

Some of it hastily cleaned up. Lauren said she and her dad were in shock. And when they went home, they weren't allowed in. But I saw her the gurney with her body going out. I never saw her dead body. Thank God. I'd be at an institution right now. Until investigators could find answers, they told Sandy he'd have to find somewhere else to stay.

He moved into a nearby hotel, while Leslie's body was moved to the county coroner's office. Three days later, on May 5th, Lauren got news about her. her mother's autopsy. The detective came to my place and said this was not an accident. It's homicide. Authorities would determine that Leslie Prier was killed in the foyer of her home. She had been beaten and strangled with multiple blunt force trauma injuries. A large V-shaped wound on her head matched the outline of the baseboards near the front door.

After her death, investigators believed that her body had been dragged upstairs and put into a scalding shower. The water had been so hot it caused thermal burns. Detectives believed that this was an attempt to clean up the scene. Shock and fear spread throughout the neighborhood. Leslie had been murdered in her own home, and the killer could still be out there. But something else spread too, intense curiosity. Soon, the police would be inundated with tips from Leslie Prier's neighbors, co-workers, and friends, all trying to help solve this murder.

A murder that seemed from the outset not to make any sense at all. Detectives didn't believe that this crime committed in one of the safest counties in the country was random. By the time they told Lauren Prier on May 5th that her mother was the victim of a homicide, they already had a number one suspect in mind. And the scary part was that they tried to put it on my father. I said, no. I'm like, my dad loved my mom, loved, adored her. But under questioning, Sandy showed that there were secrets in the prayer house.

arguments between husband and wife that had been getting worse. Just bam, bam, bam, bam, just keep coming at you. Just keep coming out you. And it was, it was, uh, uh, it wasn't fun. This was not an open and shut case. The investigation was riddled with unexpected revelations and dead ends that would prevent justice from coming for a very long time. It makes you

paranoid in a way to think that there's somebody that could commit this brutal crime and then just be walking free. Your eyes, it's guilty until proven it is... I mean, your DNA was in the crime scene. Blood and Water is a production of ABC Audio in 2020, hosted by me,

Stephanie Ramos, produced by Madeline Wood, Shane McKeon, and Kiara Powell. With help from Emily Shutz and Caitlin Schiffer, edited by Gianna Palmer. Our supervising producer is Susie Lou. Music and mixing by Evan Viola. Scoring by Kiara Powell. Special thanks to Katie Dendos,

Janice Johnston, Sean Dooley, Chris Donovan, Camille Peterson, Christina Corbin, Gail Deutsch, Amanda Carr, Ellie Jostad, NG Adam, and Michelle Margulis. Josh Cohen is our director of podcast programming. Amon McNiff is our

executive producer.