True Crime with Kimbyr - A Single Mom’s Fight for Peace Ends in Tragedy: The Morgan Ashlye Fox Story: Part 1

Episode Date: August 27, 2025

In this episode of True Crime with Kimbyr, Kimbyrleigha unravels the heart-breaking story of Morgan Ashlye Fox, a devoted single mother building a future for her young daughter. Morgan’s mornings were filled with love, routine, and resilience—until someone decided her happiness wasn’t theirs to watch. When she stood her ground, the unthinkable happened, and her life was stolen by a monster who couldn’t let go. Join True Crime with Kimbyr as we dive deep into Morgan’s life, her strength, and the devastating betrayal that cut her journey short. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Have you ever had one of those mornings where everything's rushed, but it still feels kind of perfect? You wake up before your alarm goes off, you check on your children while the world is still quiet. You grab your bag, your keys, your coffee, and then you head out the door before the sun even comes up. That was Morgan's routine as a single mom. Every day. Early mornings, long shifts, and just enough time in between to squeeze in bedtime stories. and Black Friday sales and beach trips that she saved up for all year. She was building a life, not just for herself,

but for her young daughter, and she was doing it. But someone saw that life that she was building and someone felt entitled to it, a monster. And the moment Morgan tried to protect her peace, to draw a line, that monster made sure she would never walk out her front door again. Hi, everyone. Welcome back to my channel. If you have never been here before, I am Kimberlea, and it's nice to finally meet you.

So of course, the story is about Morgan Ashley Fox. She was born on August 22nd of 1991 in Marion, Ohio, to her mom Cindy and her dad, Robert. And while her life didn't stay simple for long, one thing remained constant. And that was love. After her parents separated, Morgan's mom eventually remarried a man named Leo Papas, and that change, brought a new kind of fullness into Morgan's life. Suddenly, she was part of something big, something huge, a big blended family, one that didn't believe in using the word step sister or stepbrother. They were a family, period. Practically overnight, she moved to London, Ohio, and she gained seven new siblings. Yeah, her mom, Cindy, already had five kids of her own, so now there were 12 of them. 12. I can't even imagine that. But it was the kind of environment

that could easily become chaotic, but not for Morgan. It became her safe place, her world. And among her new brothers and sisters, she formed a deep bond with Cora, who was the same age as Morgan and in second grade at the time. Cora was the kind of best friend that didn't even require an explanation. They were from the beginning inseparable. Their bond was instant and it was permanent.

And later, Morgan was just as close with her step-sister, Megan. And if you ask Megan what Morgan meant to her, She would tell you that Morgan was the one who always showed up. She was the one who protected her, who fought for her, who looked out for her with that fierce, loyal, sisterly love than only a sister could. Megan knew without a doubt that if anyone ever tried to bother her, Morgan would be there in her corner, ready to throw down, as Megan put it. And she meant that literally.

Morgan was the kind of person who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go after it either. She had goals, ambitions, dreams that didn't come with a backup plan because she knew she would achieve them, even though life has a way of throwing us curveballs. I'm sure all of us can relate to that because not long after high school, everything changed for Morgan. In August of 2012, Morgan's priority shifted when she became a mom just before her 21st birthday. She posted picture after picture on social media of her precious baby girl. Her daughter Amelia instantly became her purpose,

her reason for waking up in the morning and pushing through the hard days. And there were a lot of those. After the relationship with Amelia's father ended, she at the least had the support of her mom and her stepfather. She was living at home, but it wasn't easy. She knew that she wanted more for her life, but she was doing her best to make ends meet.

She was working as a server. She would work for different restaurants, including BJ's restaurant and brewery. and still found time to go out with friends and post pictures of things like her new hair. She decided in 2013 that she wanted to try a new look. She dyed her platinum blonde hair brown, but it was only a few weeks later that she said

she doesn't feel like herself without her blonde hair. But she still really did like the look. She even posted a few selfies in her car that she put on Facebook with many of her friends saying they really did like her hair dark. But it didn't take long for that to wash out wash out for her to go right back to her signature, blonde, straight, full, shiny hair that she was known for. She wore that dark eyeliner all the way around her bright blue eyes, and she liked to go tanning,

to stay fit. And I can safely say she was really into 2000s fashion, but that's when she was growing up, so it's to be expected. Everything from studded jackets to layered tank tops and everything in between that's kind of coming back into style now. And before you judge her for her duck lips and her little ducky face. I think we can say it was still popular in 2013. Maybe it was on its way out. Even her friends gave her a little crap about it saying, I love you, Morgan, but please stop doing the duck face. Morgan said it was more of a kissy face, but I think most of us are guilty of it. I know I am. Going through Morgan's Facebook and Instagram post, you could see her sense of humor, the song she liked, her perseverance, and she constantly kept her friends updated about what was going

on in her life, whether she had a job interview or she was dealing with somebody or something difficult. At the time, she was working at Restoration Hardware, about 20 minutes away in West Jefferson, trying hard to be able to give Amelia everything she needed, and she would brag about her little girl all the time. At just 14 months old, she could point things out in a book when Morgan told her what to find. She was so smart and observant and she knew the proper use of things like a brush for her teeth or a brush for her hair. and she knew that shoes went on her feet. Morgan posted about how proud she was as her mom.

Her step-dad Leo was great with Amelia as well. He stepped up and became that father figure, that person to laugh with her, to play with her. It was really heartwarming to see a lot of the pictures of them together. Family meant everything to Morgan. Every year, she would save all of her tip money, just a little at a time. So when the holidays rolled around,

she could walk into the Children's Place store and spoil Amelia, not with one or two things, but everything. She couldn't decide on one outfit so she'd had to buy them all. She didn't just want her daughter to feel loved. She wanted her to experience it, to live it. And that's how Morgan showed up. It wasn't just about the holidays. Morgan and Amelia were inseparable all the time.

They would spend hours playing dress-up, doing each other's hair, experimenting with makeup, taking selfies. Morgan had this bright, stylish energy about her. She was always put together, always put together, always glowing, and Amelia mirrored that right back. She was like a mini-mea of her. They were best friends. They made each other laugh constantly. They shared the same love for the beach, especially Myrtle Beach. That was Morgan's favorite place growing up. And now she was passing on that joy to her daughter. They truly had the type of mother-daughter relationship that many of us dream

about. Everything Morgan did was with Amelia in mind. Her jobs, her sleep schedule, her budget, her future plans. Every sacrifice was for her daughter, and it showed. It was tough. She even posted about it, saying it was her first day of work at Restoration Hardware on October 10th of 2013. She said, I had a good first day of work, but I hate being away from Amelia. This is definitely going to be a really tough transition for me. Morgan even used the broken heart emoji. And I feel that as a former single mother myself. And I'm sure a lot of you have a similar experience even if maybe you are not a single mom, but you're going back to work after maternity leave, and you know that feeling. Your baby is left behind. They're probably wanting you. They're crying.

They're looking around for mommy. And it's the first time that your routine doesn't involve your baby being right by your side. It's a lot. Many of her friends and family members give her advice on that post. She was working Monday through Friday 7 a.m. to 3.45 p.m. and some Saturdays. She said it took her a good 30 minutes to get home. So she just hated it. It made her sad. At this point, she also realized she would probably have to put her daughter in daycare, which was another thought that she hated thinking about.

She posted about the fact she wasn't comfortable with somebody else watching her child. But she would wake up and she would do it all again the next day and said, I'm up right and early making Amelia money. And that's what it was all about. It was nice that she did have her dad and her stepmom and her mom and her stepdad close by. They would take her out for dinners and of course, spoilings. both of them. Morgan posted about how much it meant her and how lucky she was. She said she was so thankful about how she was raised and where she was in life because of it. She told her friends

not to get caught up with life and the daily stresses, but to remember how truly blessed we all are and just take a minute from your hectic schedule. She would say, even though it seems chaotic, just take a deep breath, breathe in everything that's good and breathe out everything that's bad because life may be short, but it's yours. I really hope I'm giving you a picture of who Morgan was. She was a beautiful, positive, upbeat person who looked at the good things in life. She valued family getting together for the holidays and dinners and making sure to take time for herself and especially time for her daughter, whether that was carving pumpkins together, going trick-or-treating, dressing up and having fun. And then by 2017, when Amelia was in kindergarten,

and she was also in junior competitive cheerleading, and Morgan could not have been more proud. She went to all of her practices and competitions and cheered her on. Morgan posted pictures of Amelia smiling while holding up a trophy. And at this point, Morgan had shifted to posting more on Instagram and less on Facebook.

And when she did post on Facebook, it was no longer her talking about herself or what she was going through or even making posts at all. She was just sharing things, sharing articles, sharing videos, sharing videos, but not really sharing about herself as much as she used to. Instead, by the next year in 2018, her Facebook had become a place where she would just sell things, like all of Amelia's old clothes that she could no longer fit into anymore. It was a way that you could make some extra cash and also clear out space for new things, because her mother's house

wasn't that big. And speaking of her mother's house, by August 1st of 2018, Morgan's life changed again. For years, she juggled multiple jobs before finally landing a position at FedEx Ground in North Canton. This was big for her. It was an established corporation, one with benefits and a chance to move up into higher-paying positions, but she had to start at the bottom. The hours were brutal. Her shift started at 2 a.m., but that meant she had more time with Amelia in the afternoons. And for Morgan, that made it worth it. Every sleepless night, every early, morning alarm, every exhausting shift. It was all worth it when she saw the potential she had at FedEx.

She decided to leave her serving jobs behind and throw herself fully into her new role. And her dedication paid off. I mean, Morgan was never lazy. This woman did it all. She never complained and she was never complacent. And eventually, in just under a year, on July 1st of 2019, she was promoted to team manager.

She was proud of her progress. She saw a future at FedEx. a ladder she could climb, stability that she could count on. For once, it finally felt like things were falling into place. She had a job with real potential, a daughter who knew nothing but love, and soon she knew she'd be able to make it on her own, get her own place, build a life on her terms, including a life with a new man, which was another exciting part of Morgan's life at the time.

After years of just scraping by, juggling jobs, and pouring everything into being the kind of mother her daughter could rely on always. Things finally started to shift for Morgan herself. She wasn't just surviving anymore. She was thriving. Her job at FedEx had turned into something steady, and she no longer was just clocking in to make it to the next paycheck.

She moved up. Being a team manager finally meant she was getting those benefits, and she saw a clear path forward, but she wasn't done yet. She had traded in her late night shifts for her early morning FedEx runs, and they were brutal, but they gave her one thing she valued the most,

and that was more time for family. The rest of the world might have still been asleep while she was hauling boxes and overseeing logistics at FedEx. But when that afternoon and evenings came around and her daughter was out of school, Morgan was there and for the very first time in a long time, she wasn't doing all of it alone anymore. It was during her time working at FedEx that she met a coworker who became her boyfriend and that was Jason Skarnakia.

He was kind, attentive, and like Morgan, he was a parent. Jason was five years older than her and he too had a young daughter and it created this easy understanding between them. They got each other. They knew what it meant to juggle work and parenting, to stretch a budget, and to be exhausted, but still show up. Their relationship unfolded quietly and naturally. There was no big love story or whirlwind romance, just something that felt right and simple, supportive, and safe. And when their connection started to grow even more serious, Jason had to make a decision to leave FedEx altogether. The company, like many corporations, did not allow allow romantic relationships between employees,

and rather than jeopardize Morgan's progress, he decided to step away. It was a gesture that made Morgan feel seen and protected, like someone was finally putting her first. By 2019, they had moved in together, renting a two-story brick home at 6030 Fraser Avenue in North Canton with her two young daughters. Amelia was about seven years old at the time,

and it was the very first time that Morgan had ever lived outside of her family's home. This was a big deal. And the house they chose was perfect. It was four bedrooms, three bathrooms, with a big backyard and a wrap-round driveway in a nice little neighborhood. It had plenty of room for a growing family.

The home was filled with morning routines, school drop-offs, bedtime snuggles, and the tiny moments that make life feel full. Morgan had built something, something solid, something safe. At least it felt that way. But I am sure all of you remember 2020. There was nothing stable about 2020. Quite the opposite.

The world was pretty chaotic. By October of 2020, we were seven months into the pandemic. And everything was tense. The news was nonstop cycles of chaos. COVID cases were climbing again. Grocery store shelves were just half empty. And America was just weeks away from one of the most divisive elections in modern history. Schools were flipping between remote and hybrid learning, and everyone was wearing a mask in public.

Social media felt like one big long scream for a help. I'm sure you can relate because we all went through it. It's actually when I started doing true crime and when we were just waiting for what was going to happen next, spending more and more time on social media, especially TikTok and YouTube, and not really knowing what the future really held. And that must have felt really devastating

for someone like Morgan who already worked so hard to turn her life around, only to now possibly feel like things were all over the place. But the good news for her is that she was working for a shipping company. And let's not forget, while people were sitting at home all the time, they were getting things delivered non-stop. So there was no stopping FedEx. There was no stopping Morgan. She was busier than ever. The demand for more things like groceries

being delivered or a bunch of Amazon trips or ordering things online became an even bigger part of all of our lives. So let's go to Wednesday, October 28th of 2020. It was just before Halloween. And in Morgan's house, everything probably felt normal. It was a busy morning, the kind where you're running on autopilot. The air outside was cold. and damp, the sky was still dark, and a light rain hadn't falling for hours. Morgan's Day was starting the same way it always did. Her shift at FedEx began at 2.30 a.m., which meant waking up at 1.30, slipping out of bed in the middle of the night while the rest of the world was still sleeping. Her routine was

muscle memory by now. Get up, throw on your work clothes, grab your bag, maybe text her mom to check in like she always did, and then head out into the stillness. Outside, the rain was steady, not a storm, not a drizzle, but just that cold, quiet kind of rain that just soaks everything. The kind that makes time feel slower, heavier, and darker than usual. Something nudged him to glance out the window. Maybe it was just a feeling. Maybe it was the gentle rain against the window. But when he looked out there, he was surprised to see Morgan's a Ford Explorer still in the driveway.

That didn't make sense. Morgan was supposed to be at work, and she was never late. Not for work, not for anything. She was the kind of person who'd set alarms just to make sure she never dropped the ball on work, especially now that she was in a management position. Jason knew her schedule. He knew she should have been long gone by then. So he went outside. And as he walked towards a car, the world around him must have felt off because it was too unusual.

Even though Morgan's car was parked as it normally would be and there was no damage or signs of anything weird from the outside, as he got closer, everything changed. Here's the 911 call that Jason made that morning. The police medical... Where at? Brazier Avenue? I'm fucking dead. What makes you say that, sir? I came out here and she's laying in her front seat,

card and board. Looks like her head is bleeding from the hide. I don't know she got fast. What is her name, sir? Her name is Morgan Fox. He really said, I'm pretty sure my girlfriend is fucking dead. The dispatcher was like, why do you say that, sir? And Jason replied that there was a wound on the back of Morgan's head,

and she had no pulse. He wasn't even willing to do CPR because he thought that she was too far gone. Her driver's side door was open, and inside Morgan was still in the driver's seat except she wasn't moving. Instead, she was slumped over the center console. Half of her body was on the outside of her car, and she was covered in blood. Jason's voice on that call, though, it was flat. It was quiet, almost distant.

I found it a little off putting myself that he wouldn't even attempt CPR, but I also understand the shock. that someone could be in. Seeing the condition of Morgan in that moment, hope was lost. And minutes later, deputies from the Stark County Sheriff's Office arrived. Detective Rocco Ross and Sergeant Craig Kennedy would be assigned to this case. But before any formal investigation could even begin, they had to process the quiet horror of all of this. A young mother lifeless in her car just feet away from her sleeping boyfriend and where her child goes to bed. The home decorated for Halloween, the rest of the neighborhood as well, which added an eerie layer to all of it.

The house sat on this quiet residential street, and the trees overhead and in front added some privacy to the front of the home. The rain had let up a bit. It wasn't pouring, but everything was soaked. Morgan's car was still parked in that driveway. The engine was off now, but the placement of her body suggested that she hadn't been there very long. As they got closer, they saw Morgan. Her purse was still strapped across her shoulder, lying neatly, in front of her in her lap, as though she had just gotten inside. Like she had every intention of starting her car and heading off to work like she had done so many times before.

Scattered on the ground below the car were items Morgan packed for lunch, a box of cheeses, a water bottle, and another bag, as well as a cracked cell phone. There was even cash still sitting in her center console. Nothing looked like it had been rifled through, so they didn't think this was a robbery. There was no sign of panic, no indication that she had been caught off guard, just that image of her body slumped over, blood pulling

against the rain-slicked interior, and inside the vehicle they noticed the passenger-side window had been shattered. A bullet hole could be seen in the passenger's door. So now they knew their murder weapon was a gun. This wasn't a chaotic scene, it wasn't messy, it was precise. It felt deeply and horribly personal, a targeted execution like someone had casually walked up to her and killed her. This driveway hour. hours before had been the starting point of another ordinary workday, but now it was a crime seat. Next, the Stark County coroner Anthony Burton arrived and he officially pronounced Morgan dead at 8.29 a.m. He could see two wounds to her head, one behind her left ear and one towards

the top of her head. Later, an autopsy was conducted by Dr. Dolanak. He recovered three severely deformed 22 caliber bullet fragments from inside Morgan's head. One was a recovered from the left side of Morgan's brain, and the other two had exited her head and caught in her hair. Doctor concluded that Morgan's cause of death was gunshot wounds to the head, and the manner of death was homicide. Any of these bullet wounds would have been fatal. They were at close proximity. And I was reading an online article from Canton rep.com, and there was some photos taken by a photographer named Lori Steinick, who was on the scene at the time that everything was unfolding. And wow, the The one that shows the crime scene tape wrapped around a pole that says neighborhood watch area,

right in the front of the house? That really hit me. At this point, they draped a white cloth over the driver's seat to shield the scene from people passing by. There was just this eerie juxtaposition between the decorations outside, knowing that kids live there, and that sign of being a neighborhood watch area, but then someone being murdered feet away. Detectives and deputies were standing outside the vehicle and they were trying to piece together what happened.

They worried about the rain. because it could wash away evidence. But as I kept looking at the scene, something stood out. A short distance from the driveway along the street's edge on the neighbor's property, there was a pull-off area

near a tall white vinyl fence. In the muddy patch of grass, detective spotted fresh tire tracks pressed deep into the earth and along that base of the fence were spatter marks, not from rain, but from mud that was kicked up

by wheels spinning quickly. They thought someone had pulled in and then peeled out fast, almost like they were panicked to get away. So this looked like these tire tracks were caused, possibly by the killer's vehicle. Detective Ross was still processing all of this when he heard a voice calling out from behind the crime scene tape. He didn't know yet, but this was Morgan's mom, Cindy. She had just arrived, she was unaware of what had happened, she did not even know that her daughter was dead.

She was merely coming over to find out why Morgan hadn't shown up to work that day. A neighbor of Morgan's had called Cindy that morning and told her there was crime scene tape up in Morgan's house. Now, that was very concerning. Cindy then called FedEx, and they told her that Morgan didn't show up. So Cindy got in her car. She drove over to her daughter's house, hoping that it was just a mix-up.

Maybe her phone died. Maybe she overslept. But then she saw it, what the neighbor described. The yellow tape. The squad cars. The officers milling around, and she asked the question that every mother prays they'll never have to ask,

is that my daughter's car? Where is she? No one answered her at first. Instead, she's, She just stood there, desperately waiting, and that is when she overheard something that I think is unthinkable when you put all of this together, this mother standing out there with no idea, her daughter's dead in that car. This is how she found out.

A few feet away, there was a reporter, and loudly they blurt it out, probably just speaking to their crew, she was shot in the head. In that moment, Cindy's world fell apart. How callous. I can't think of anything else, but what the F. Maybe the reporter didn't know, or maybe they were just talking to somebody else, of course, but saying that her daughter was shot in the head like that, they didn't have the wherewithal to keep things in her wraps,

not knowing who was coming and going that possibly her family members would be unseen? I mean, the reporter's there. So it makes them think that loved ones wouldn't be. I don't know about you, but that just made me really mad. I understand, you know, they have a job to do, so to speak. But I also think they have a responsibility to keep a lot of things in mind, especially the fact that there are people who are people who, who don't know what's going on and those people could be loved ones.

There is a really, really moving photo that I think is also from the same photographer. It was on that Canton rep.com website as well. And I believe this is probably, I could be wrong, but it's at least it's one of her loved ones. But it looks like it could be Morgan's mom who's grasping onto a deputy in that moment, just holding him tight and crying. I can't even begin to imagine the shock and horror and just absolute heartache that that poor mother felt in that moment. But of course, she also had to be questioned.

And when she calmed down, Detective Ross asked her when she last spoke to Morgan. Cindy said it was at 1.30 a.m. She always called her daughter before her shift to make sure that she was awake, and that morning was no different. Morgan let her know, I'm up, I'm getting ready, and that was it. That was the last time they talked. Later, Cindy called FedEx looking for Morgan

because of what the neighbor had said. She wasn't answering any of her mom's calls, So that's when she drove over to Morgan and Jason's place to see what was going on. Not far away. Morgan's closest step sister, Cora, was trying to get her kids ready for the day when her younger sister Megan came running into the room and yelled Cora, Megan, is dead.

Cora recalled Megan looking as white as the ghost, and she screamed at her and she was like, what do you mean? Morgan is dead. How? Why? It was a total shock. She was still trying to wrap her mind around what she just heard when Cora called her sister Tessa, and Tessa, through tears, confirmed it. Morgan was dead.

She had been shot. She was shot in her own driveway, just hours earlier. Nothing about that made sense. No one could comprehend it. How do you go from packing up your work bag, planning Halloween costumes for your child, to be gone before the sun even came up? Cora said that the worst part was knowing,

Not only was Morgan dead, but that she had been murdered. That meant someone, a monster, was still roaming the streets. It puts even more fear into this entire situation. Were they going to strike again? Would they hurt her family? Her daughter? Were they safe? Detectives wasted no time canvassing this entire neighborhood.

A woman had just been shot execution style in her own driveway, and somehow no one saw anything? Fraser Avenue wasn't a secluded dirt road in the middle of nowhere. This was a busy street in North Canton, even though it was residential, there were streetlights, sidewalk. Neighbors close enough to see if someone forgot to take in their trash bins. This wasn't supposed to happen in their neighborhood. And as the investigators fanned out, they went in every direction going door to door hoping that someone caught something. Maybe a strange car, a figure walking down the street, a noise in the darkness, a camera turning on.

But no one heard anything. They didn't even hear a gunshot. They didn't hear a scream. I mean, we don't know if Morgan screamed at all, or even saw her killer coming. But when I was looking on Google Maps, I did notice the structure of the streets where this house was located was a little bit different.

Right next door to 6030 Frazier, where Morgan's vehicle was parked, was the backyard of their neighbor's house, the one with that white vinyl fence where they found the tire marks right in front of it. So the chances are individuals were probably sleeping at the time, or getting ready early in the morning, and doing something in the front of their home.

There was a big backyard separating where Morgan was to where her neighbors would have been. And there was no house in front of Morgan's house, just a yard. And then a house to the left. And it was also their backyard. And then the neighbor on the other side of Morgan's house? Well, they were separated by a bunch of really tall trees, a driveway, a shed, a garage, and then their home.

So it wouldn't be a big surprise. Then no one in that area heard anything. Plus, they don't know if they had maybe a silencer on this weapon, but what the investigators did notice is a lot of people had rinked doorbells. But the thing is, as I just explained, the vicinity of where Morgan's house was situated wasn't near someone's front porch. So unfortunately, they checked all those cameras and all the home security systems they could find, and there was nothing. Some of the cameras didn't activate. They were motion-censored, so they didn't catch any movement because they weren't in that direction.

They weren't even aimed near her home. And that's frustrating. Detectives hopes that some of the systems might have actually been backed up to the cloud, and if there was nothing on the devices themselves, maybe there was some kind of hidden cash stored on a server somewhere that have caught something. So they got a search warrant for Ring, hoping that the company could provide any motion-activated clips from the time of Morgan's murder. But when Ring got back to them, there was nothing. No movement, no uploads, no triggers. Just a blank space in that timeline where Morgan's life had ended. That meant they couldn't even get the make and model of the vehicle that left the scene, if that was the killer's car that made those tire marks.

The driveway was visible from the street, but not enough. Any camera even pointed in that direction would have probably missed the most crucial moments. No cars were seen arriving, no shadowy figure was caught on their lawn, no one creeping up the side of the house. It was like this killer had appeared in thin air and then vanished into it. And the neighbors themselves couldn't help either. They were asleep. No one recalled anything unusual.

There were a few homes that had floodlights. But they said none of them had been triggered or they didn't notice. But to the chief criminal prosecutor, Dennis Barr of Stark County, one thing was really clear. This wasn't a robbery, he told the public. This wasn't random. There was cash in Morgan's car. Her purse was still on her body. Her phone was still there, even though it was tossed to the ground.

Nothing seemed to be taken. Nothing seemed to be stolen. This was someone who came there with one purpose. He said to kill Morgan. But had they come there? Or were they already there? From the very beginning, detectives knew they needed to take a closer look at Jason Morgan's boyfriend, the person who not only discovered her body,

but also made the 911 call. It wasn't just because he was the last person to see her alive. Statistically, when someone's murdered, you all know this, because you're watching a lot of true crime, you have to start from the inside the person closest to the victim and then work your way out, whether that's the boyfriend, the spouse, the ex. It doesn't mean they're guilty, but you have to have to start there. So when investigators arrived at the home on Fraser Avenue, they asked Jason

if he would be willing to talk to them. Nothing formal at this point just a few questions at the scene, and he agreed. He told them that he and Morgan had been living together for about a year. Her workday started at 2.30 a.m., which meant that she usually woke up between 1 and 1.30. And according to Jason, that morning was normal. He said he stayed in bed, she got up, she got dressed, and she left. Or that's what he thought. Jason said he didn't get out of bed until probably six and six, in the morning and that's when he looked outside and saw Morgan's car so in the driveway. Immediately he said something felt wrong.

But what stuck with the investigators wasn't just what Jason said he saw. It was the way he was saying it. It was his tone.