True Crime with Kimbyr - Part 2: Psycho Killer Living Next Door! The Chaotic Crime Scene Coverup | Beverly & Brian Mauck

Episode Date: March 2, 2026

The nightmare continues on True Crime with Kimbyr as we delve deeper into the shocking case of Beverly and Brian Mauck. In Part 2, hidden clues and disturbing evidence reveal just how far the psycho neighbor went to manipulate and terrorize those around them. Who else was involved in the cover-up, and what secrets were left buried? Kimbyrleigha breaks down the events with meticulous research and empathetic insight, uncovering the chilling layers of deception, fear, and betrayal that make this story unforgettable. Prepare for a suspenseful journey where the line between danger and normalcy vanishes. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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It was about 10 miles from the Mox Home, deep in the woods and very isolated, the kind of place that you wouldn't just stumble upon. And by this time, he needed help on this case, so he was accompanied by a brand-new detective, Jason Tate. Now, he wasn't new to law enforcement, but he had just become an official detective, and he was ready to solve his very first homicide case.

When they arrived and they reached the address, the house was gone. It was burned down. And what was left was like a skeleton of a home because everything had pretty much been erased. There were charred boards, collapsed walls, scorched dirt, tires melted into the ground, bits of twisted metal, which was the only clue that furniture or appliances

had ever been inside that home. There were, of course, no footprints, no fresh tire tracks, no sign that anyone returned recently. And when they checked with the local fire department, they also found no incident record, no record of this fire at all, no timeline or anything. No one had called it in. No one had responded to the scene. And that meant no one knew when this blaze had started or who had been there before it burned. Benson just stood there, staring at the smoldering shell of this house.

and he's trying to piece everything together. Was this just a coincidence that some abandoned house caught on fire in the middle of nowhere or had someone burned it on purpose to destroy evidence to sever any ties from Jeremy Flynn to the murders?

They couldn't say. But what they could say with absolute certainty was this. The only remaining physical address tied to Jeremy Flynn had just turned into another dead end. Now, the silence surrounding this case, it didn't just stall the investigation. It started to shake this entire community. Word was spreading.

Two people had been murdered, not in some distant town, not in a bad part of a city, but right there. In their little paradise, a quiet rural road in Pierce County. People who lived there and Graham for decades said they'd never seen anything like this. This was the kind of place where neighbors wave from their driveways, where they certainly left their doors unlocked. crime felt really far away, like something like that happened in other places to other people. But now it was one of them. Ryan and Bev Mock killed in their own home? And no one knew who did it?

Rumors traveled faster than patrol cars could. And from house to house, family to family, the same questions were echoing through this community. Was it random? Was it someone they knew? Was it going to happen again? And with no suspect in custody, the fear only got deeper. As far as anyone knew, the killer was still out there and possibly hiding nearby. Somewhere in the same wooded stretches and the winding gravel roads where children played

and family sat down for dinner. People started to lock their doors. They were watching headlights through the blinds. They were second-guessing the neighbors that they once trusted without thinking. And while detectives kept tight control over what they released, trying not to spook whoever was responsible. All they had was one name, Jeremy Flynn. And even that was starting to fade.

He disappeared. No one had seen him. No one could find him until he found them. Because out of nowhere, the suspect that they'd been chasing for days calls the police himself. Jeremy contacted investigators directly. He said his mother told him they were looking for him. And he sounded oddly calm.

He said, I'm not on the run. I'm not hiding. I'm staying with a friend. friend, I'm 10 miles away. He hadn't realized the detectives were even looking for him. He told them, I want to clear my name before the rumors get out of control. He wasn't avoiding them, he said. He was trying to avoid being falsely accused, though.

And most importantly, he said he could prove he had nothing to do with the murders. He told detectives he had an alibi. And when he shared it with him, three of his friends confirmed they were out drinking that night nowhere near the Mok's house. And when they checked, the alibi was solid. And for now, he's moved to the back burner. And if you're frustrated with all of these dead ends, just imagine how these investigators and the family felt. And speaking of the families, in the days after the murders, nearly 700 people gathered to honor Brian and Beverly Mock. The service was held at the Federal Way Community Center, and the turnout was huge.

The main auditorium filled up fast and people lined the back walls. They crowded into the hallways. They stood wherever they could find space. This wasn't quiet grief. People were crying all around, leaning on one another. These people came from every part of the Mox lives. Family, lifelong friends, coworkers, neighbors, people who had known them for decades. People who had met them once.

It didn't matter. There were people there that only exchanged a smile and passing and they still wanted to say goodbye. Many of them were wearing Seahawks jerseys and sweatshirts and hats, which was a tribute to the Sunday rituals that Brian and Bev were known for, their tailgates, their group text during kickoff, their dinners built around the games. The couple didn't just love football. It was part of their community. So that community brought that love right back to them.

And inside that service, it wasn't exactly what you would expect at a memorial. Yes, I told you there was grief. But there was also laughter and stories, and people spoke about Brian and his booming voice and his presence and the way that he would just take over a room without trying. He was the kind of man whose energy was contagious, whose laugh turned strangers into friends.

And they talked about Beverly, how warm she was, how loyal, effortlessly kind, the way she made people feel like they were valued. Friends told stories about camping trips and motorcycle rides, about spur-of-the-moment get-togethers that turned into some of their favorite memories

about how Brian and Bev made the most ordinary nights feel like little adventures. And as each person stepped up to speak, one thing became clear. This wasn't just about who they were. It was about how they made people feel. That's what stayed behind. But back at the investigation,

detectives were still circling the same question. Who killed this couple? They thought that palm print may provide an answer. Just like there's a database like Aphus that handles fingerprints, there's also a palm print database. I had never heard of it before, and I've done so many cases, and you might not have either. But it's called Morpho.

And it's specialized as a system designed to match palm print impressions that are found on crime scenes to criminals prints that have been found in other crimes. But unfortunately, when they ran that palm print from the MOX home through the system, there was no match. This meant whoever left that print there either had no palm print on file because they had never committed a crime, or at least not a crime where that type of print had been left behind,

or they had committed a crime, but they had never been caught. So the last promising item they had was the shoe print. And after taking photos of the impression and lifting it from the scene, a specialist also used a database for footwear soles, and it was a match to a Madsen brand work shoe. This was an industrial type of boot worn by people, that work in construction and other trades that need a durable and protective shoe. But both the palm print and the shoe impression wasn't going to be much of use unless they had a

suspect who compare these things to. And for several days, the red pickup truck sighting was their best lead. Daniel and Jennifer Tavares' account, the tall, heavyset white man with a long hair and a ponytail, had been oddly detailed. It was more vivid than most witness statements, almost too vivid. And Detective Benson wrote it down like he always did and he filed it away. But then he reram the description that gave through his mind.

And something about it just stuck out to him. It was too specific and that left them with a difficult truth. The most compelling lead in this case had come from a neighbor who said they saw someone leave the scene but that someone didn't seem to exist.

And their mobile home wasn't exactly close. to the Mok's residence. So it was starting to feel like this didn't quite fit. Benson had interviewed enough witnesses to know how shaky, real memories usually are. People misremembered times.

They mix up cars and colors. They forget faces, especially after being awoken from a sleep in the early morning from a distance. But not Daniel. He seemed to remember everything. Hair length, facial stubble, a ponytail. Even what he referred to

pockmarks, really? So Benson decided to test it. Now, personally, I'm not sure if this test was even necessary the way it was carried out. I mean, because he was a licensed pilot. And whether he just decided to go take a flight and go over to that area and look at it from above at a bird's eye view or if he deliberately used his plane to get a different vantage point, I'm not sure. But the fact is, this detective flew over the neighborhood, circling above the Tavares. trailer, following the line of sight to the Mock's property. And from this angle, something became very obvious. The two homes were not close by.

And I was thinking to myself, you could have actually just driven out there, stood at the mobile home and looked across from the window to the house, or even looked at a map and you could see the distance between them. It is much farther than it appears on a map, though. A long stretch of open land with no trees, no fences, and nothing blocking the view. So could they have seen something? Sure, but could they make out facial features? The story didn't make sense, and a few days later Benson went back there on foot.

He returned to the Mock's home and he stood inside, looking towards the trailer where Daniel and Jennifer lived. He traced the line of sight with his own eyes from window to window. Now, it's true, he could make out movement and shapes and figures walking in the distance, but not faces. not distinctive features, not clothing, and nothing like Daniel had described. Now, this part of the case kind of reminded me of that scene from my cousin Vinnie, where the little old ladies got the thick glasses on, and Vinny takes the measuring tape, and he walks to the way back of the courtroom, and he's like, putting up fingers, and he says,

how many fingers am I holding up, dear? And she couldn't tell. Then came the final test. Benson and Tate went back over to Jennifer and Daniels' trailer, and this time, it wasn't for a friendly conversation. They had one specific request. Can you show us the window? The one that you looked out of that morning,

Daniel and Jennifer welcomed them in again, still offering their help. They walked down the hall and they pointed to the bedroom window. The one they claimed faced the Mok's driveway. And as soon as Benson stepped into that room, it hit him. The view wasn't just far. It was blocked. I mean, this window had almost a plastic,

screen over it. And it wasn't see-through. However, there were two little areas that were sort of ripped or cut, and you could push the screen through, and they're sticking up in this photo that I'm showing you on the screen. You could gaze right through that little square. But there's also an obstruction in between the mobile home and the Mok's house, a structure that looks like a tiny shed, or a little storage area with a roof on top. It reminded me of what you would see on top of a well. It obstructed the driveway completely from that window. There was no way to see someone leaving the front door. No view of a truck. No view you could get of a man. There was no way to observe what Daniel so confidently described. I mean, maybe colors and movement, but not details. And even if

that little building hadn't been there, the distance alone combined with the early morning darkness, made it impossible to pick out the kind of details he had given. You couldn't even, you couldn't even even tell if a man or a woman was walking out the door. So the detectives wonder, why would Daniel lie about seeing someone? Was it perhaps to cover for his wife's brother, Jeff? They were living on his property for free. He was the person that supposedly found the Mok's dead that morning. Interesting. Well, they don't want to tip Daniel off, so they play it cool. They go back to the station, and they decide to do a very thorough background check on Daniel and his wife. Remember, they already looked up Jeff and he didn't even have a criminal record.

But now back at the station, Detective Benson is entering 41-year-old Daniel Tavares' name into the system, and he's expecting to see something, maybe something minor, a misdemeanor, disorderly conduct citation, maybe even a probation violation. But what came back was a warrant. Daniel was a wanted man. Law enforcement back in Massachusetts was looking for him for violating his parole. And if you're thinking, wait, parole? Doesn't that mean he was in prison?

You'd be right. This wasn't a man with a minor infraction on his record, and I wasn't ready for what Detective Benson uncovered. And he wasn't either, especially since he had just been standing inside this monster's home. A man with disdain for the law, hatred for cops, maybe hatred towards just just about anyone. Anyone that he decided he didn't like. Daniel's scary.

Daniel killed his own mother. His mother. Back in 1991, when Daniel was 25 years old, he stabbed her. Anne Marie Tavares. He stabbed her 26 times with a carving knife inside their Somerset, Massachusetts home, and she died right there on the floor. When police arrived, Daniel was sitting.

there banging his head over and over again, jumping up and down and screaming. I can't take it. I'm hearing voices. I can't take it. Essentially, he was acting as though he was in some sort of mental health episode. And he later tried to explain exactly why he killed his mother with a variety of different reasons. At one point, he said he was given a laced drink that had LSD in it when he went to a bar hours earlier. He also gave another explanation that his mother had various men.

men who would force him to engage an inappropriate axe with her, and he just snapped. He was thinking if I got rid of her, this treatment would stop. Another excuse he gave was that he was just heavily intoxicated, and he started swinging a 12-inch knife, and it caught his mom 26 times. That night he also stabbed his mother's friend and roommate, Richard Pyrus, who tried to help Anne-Marie. He was injured, but Richard survived. Daniel's mother and Marie?

She had worked at a laundromat. She raised Daniel and his three sisters all alone as a single mom after his father left when he was only four. She was protective, she was devoted, she even fought to keep Daniel out of trouble when he was younger. But on January 11th, in the middle of one of what Daniel called his paranoid episodes, she became his target. And when police searched his bedroom, they found 14 different prescription meds, and he was arrested. He eventually pleaded guilty to manslaughter and not murder. A plea deal that was shaped by his supposed extensive mental health issues,

and I'm not exactly doubting that to be true. But just wait. He was sentenced to 17 to 20 years in Massachusetts' maximum security prison. But prison didn't make him safer. It didn't make him better or reform him. It made him worse. Behind bars, Daniel developed a reputation that corrects officers never forgot. They described him as a cell warrior. It's someone who spends his days

screaming, threatening guards, assaulting staff. He would spit at officers. He would urinate on them. He would throw his own feces. Anything that he could weaponize, he would. His behavior lost him over a thousand days of good time credit. He made himself unmanageable, which made him have to spend seven years in a disciplinary unit at Cedar Junction, which is like a prison inside of a prison, because of his behavior, it made him impossible to house anywhere else. He was that much of a problem. And now, if you're wondering why he was out since the maximum would have been 20 years? Well, back in the year 2000, he came forward and he wanted to make a deal to get out early. From prison, Daniel writes a letter to the Bristol County Assistant District Attorney claiming to know

the location of a murder victim's body, which he said he would disclose, along with other relevant information in that case, in exchange for a reduced sentence. To break it down for you, when his mother was still alive, they lived across the street from a woman who went missing back on October 27th of 1988 when Daniel was only 22 years old. Her name was Gail Betelow. She was a 32-year-old mom of three, and her case was currently unsolved. Her body had never been found. She just, disappeared. Daniel said, not only did he know who killed her, he knew where she was buried. He was the only witness. Well, of course, this piqued law enforcement's interest, and over the course in the next few weeks and a series of interviews with Daniel, he laid out exactly what he said

happened. Daniel said that he was at his house with friends including Gail, her boyfriend Carlos DePonte, and Carlos's brother, Gil Deponte. They were all doing Coke together. and Daniel was also their dealer. And he explained he had just given Carlos a stash to go out and sell. So he left while Daniel was outside on the phone with his girlfriend, Michelle. And he said he was out there about 15 minutes talking on the phone. And when he went back inside, he saw Gil holding a knife and Gail was on the floor with wounds to her back. I know I'm saying Gail and Gil.

Gill had the knife. Gail was stabbed. Lying in a pool of blood. And even though Daniel said he didn't witness the killing, he said Gil was the only one there. And when Daniel said, what happened? He said Gil confessed. He had stabbed Gail.

And Daniel said when he reached the phone to call 911, Gil pulled out a gun, aimed it at him, and actually fired a shot. But Daniel moved, and the bullet only crazed him. But at that point, he decided to cooperate and stay quiet. He watched Gil and another one of their friends wrapped Gail's body in a blanket, bring her downstairs into his own backyard, and they buried her there.

Daniel said he ended up growing a tomato garden right on top of it to conceal it. Now, it had been 12 years, and of course, there were new residents who lived at Daniel's former house. But the police went there, and sure enough, they pull up flooring in the bedroom. There's bloodstains underneath. And in the backyard, under a tree, they recovered a huge. human skeleton. And eventually, it was identified as belonging to Gil Vitello. An autopsy concluded that she died as a result of homicidal violence, including stabs to her back.

Now, authorities initially declined to release the source of the tip that led them there, referring only to a confidential informant. So now you see how this exchange of information was vital to him only serving the minimum of 17 years. And still he didn't stop. In 2006, near the end of his sentence, Daniel began writing threatening letters to public officials and even members of his own family. One letter to his father, Daniel Tavara Sr. promised

that when Daniel got out, he would break all of his ribs and maim him. He hadn't changed. And he was in charge for these threats because he was an inmate and he wasn't physically capable of carrying out these crimes. But the signs were there. that he wasn't going to stop, that he was going to escalate. And just three days before his scheduled release in June of 2007, Daniel attacked two correctional officers.

Massachusetts prosecutors moved fast, asking for a $50,000 bail to keep this man behind bars. His attorney pushed back, though, requesting just $5,000, and I'm thinking, how could anyone defend him? I understand it's their job. And criminals still have rights. But that's when Superior Court Judge Kathy Tudel Tutman made the decision that would haunt her for the rest of her career.

She sided with his defense. Somehow, she believed that there was no evidence that Daniel posed a flight risk. She really believed that this man was going to show up for his hearings. She released him on personal recognizance. No bail, no ankle monitor, no hold. No warning to the public that this violent offender was now on the loose. He was just ordered to check in with his probation officer. officer three times a week and an arrangement was made for him to live with one of his sisters.

And that was that. But Daniel had other plans. He had been waiting to get out, hoping that he could convince a judge that he'd changed. But he hadn't. And he didn't stick around. What Detective Benson discovered was that Daniel had been laying the groundwork for his escape for years. While incarcerated, he had formed an intense and obsessive relationship with a an online girlfriend, Jennifer Freitas, who was now his wife.

They started chatting through a website called Inmate.com, and he was writing her nonstop once he locked onto her. Counselors even documented repeated statements where he planned to move across the country to be with her as soon as he was free. Daniel even tattooed her name on his neck while behind bars. But for anyone evaluating whether he might flee the state, the evidence wasn't subtle. It was explicitly there, and it only took three days. He already boarded a plane, and he went from Providence and traveled to Washington State. And he met with Jennifer. And within just a few weeks, when he stopped showing up for his appointments, there was a warrant out for his arrest in Massachusetts, but he was already 3,000 miles across the country.

And by late July of 2007, he and Jennifer were married in a small ceremony at Point Defiance Park. Shortly afterward, they settled into that trailer on the rural land and Graham owned by Jennifer's brother Jeff. The property was secluded. There were old vehicles and other trailers just scattered all over. And it was a place where somebody could easily disappear. And there was Detective Benson staring at these records. A convicted killer released against warnings, left unchecked, now living right down the street from a murdered couple and acting like a witness. This wasn't just a red flag. This was a catastrophic system

failure. Daniel Tavares wasn't some drifter. He wasn't a neighbor who saw something strange and reported it. He was a man with blood already on his hands, and Detective Benson had just found out that he should have never been free to kill again and he probably had. Benson was sure of it. Digging through Daniel Tavares' past felt like trying to unearth a crime scene from the inside out, and he just kept going. By mid-November 2007, Daniel had been living in Washington for months,

but on the night of November 16th, the night before Brian and Beverly were found dead, Daniel started to crack. That evening, his father got a phone call. The woman on the other end didn't say who she was. She didn't explain. She just said one. sentence. I'm calling to let you know, Daniel's out, and he's on his way to come down there to get

you. And then she hung up. For Daniel's father, it was more than enough. He already knew what his own flesh and blood, what his son was capable of. And that night he slept with a gun beside him, but Daniel never showed up. Instead, Daniel went drinking at a small local bar in Graham Washington called Ma and Paa's Roundup, which was close to the most. home where he was living. Witnesses there said he was loud. He was picking fights with other patrons and starting arguments for no reason at all. He was making everyone really uncomfortable. It felt like he could become dangerous. And so the staff tried to de-escalate, but eventually they had no choice. They had to kick him out. That was around 11 p.m. Benson didn't think that Daniel ever cooled down

that night. Whatever was going on in his head, whatever rage had started to bubble up. It led to Brian and Beverly's murders. He hadn't watched a stranger walk away from the Moxholm. That story was fabricated. The only reason someone would fabricate a story like that that was that specific was because they were trying to steer the investigation away from themselves and onto someone else. But if Benson was going to charge this man, if he was going to lock this case down, he needed to connect Daniel directly to the crime scene. And they already had two pieces of evidence. They had the bloody, palm print and the shoe print. They just needed Daniel to give them a sample of his hand. But how are you going to do that without tipping him off that he's a suspect? They're a prime

suspect. So they had to come up with a plan. Was it a good one? I mean, well, you be the judge. They told Daniel and Jennifer that crime scene technicians had pulled a number of latent prints from the Mock's home, which was true. And now in order to eliminate any innocent fingerprints or palm prints from the house since, you know, Jennifer and him had been there before. Daniel had tattooed Brian at one point. They'd gone over there for parties. The investigators wanted to collect full prints from anyone who ever stepped foot inside. It sounded routine.

It sounded harmless. And Daniel and Jennifer agreed. The next day, detectives returned to their mobile home. They brought along a forensic specialist and a palm print card. And they were cooperative and calm. Daniel didn't even ask questions. He didn't seem nervous. The forensic technician carefully inked Daniel's entire hand, rolled his fingers, and took full palm impressions, left and right.

They also collected Jennifer's prints for elimination purposes, and when it was done, Daniel actually smirked. And I was sitting there thinking, if this is the killer, he probably thought I took care of all of my fingerprints. They're not going to find anything. I used the rag. I wiped everything down. I was thorough. Probably thought so when he was heavily intoxicated. But Detective Benson sat with an analyst,

just waiting to see if Daniel's prints were going to be a match. And of course they were. But Daniel wasn't done giving himself away. Detectives arranged to bring him in again to the police department. And this time, under the pretense of helping refine that sketch of the man that he claimed had been fleeing the scene. Benson wasn't sure whether Daniel knew the investigation had turned to him.

So they sent the sheriff to pick him up, and Jennifer followed behind in her own vehicle. And when they arrived to the sheriff's department, Daniel just stepped out of the patrol car, walked up to the door. But guess what? It had been raining. And there was the shallow puddle. And he stepped right into it and then on to a dry piece of the pavement. And right there between puddles and raindrops falling was dry concrete and it left behind. A clear, wet boot print.

Detective Jason Tate happened to be nearby. He looked down. He looked back up at Daniel. He looked back down again. The print matched the Madsen brand boot tread that was left in blood under that sheet at the crime scene. It was exact. Tate took out a camera. He quickly went down there and quietly photographed the football.

before it faded away. Daniel didn't know it yet, but he had just stepped directly into the final piece of evidence that detectives needed, all under the guise of him helping as a witness. Oh, and this man reveled in that. Let me tell you, he was feeling like he was helping them catch a killer. He's in the interview room, and he starts almost bragging, almost sort of like you would in a job interview when you're talking about your credentials. Well, Daniel, or his criminal past, almost to say, listen, guys, I'm experienced. I can help you. But it comes off evil and creepy.

Now, I have part of this interview. It's not the best quality. Of course, it's not. But I'm going to tell you what he says, and then I'll play it for you for context. So Benson built some rapport with him and also admitted that he knew that Daniel had been in prison. And Daniel looks at Benson. And he's like, I'm sure you know what. I was in prison for.

And Benson's like, I heard it was manslaughter. And he says, how'd you kill him? Knowing full well, it wasn't a him. It was Daniel's own mother. He knew that. But he's letting Daniel speak. And when he does, he said, stabbed him. It was a her.

Now, Benson's acting surprised. He's like, oh, it was? And Daniel's like, yeah, it was a family member. Benson asked, what kind of family member? And Daniel just says, mother, as calm as can be. And Benson's like, you killed your mother? And Daniel responds, yeah, I did. And Benson was just like, no kidding.

I'm sure you must know what I was in prison for. I just heard it was manslaughter or how'd you kill him? Just down. It was a her. Oh, it was. Yeah, it was. Family member. What kind of family member?

Mom. You killed your mother? Yeah, I did. No kidding. Like Daniel really thought he was doing something. The only thing he was doing was digging his own grave this time. And the reason I'm pointing that out, his own grave, is because remember Gail Betelow?

The woman buried in his backyard? Well, the authorities couldn't prove it, but after investigators got that information that Daniel provided, they believed that he was the one who killed her. Yeah. Shortly after her body was recovered, a woman named Lori Montez, one of Daniel's former girlfriends, saw a news report, and she contacted the police. She said that a couple days before Halloween, back in 1988, Daniel called her and wanted her to come see something over his house. When she got there, he answered the door and he was nervous, but he was also weirdly excited, like there was just something about him that seemed really off. She followed him upstairs to his bedroom.

and there was a large red stain on the floor. She looked at him and realized there was the same red substance all of his hands and his knees and a scrub brush nearby. He had been cleaning what looked like blood from a rug. She was so scared. She turned and ran downstairs, but Daniel caught up to her and he's like, oh my God, it's just a Halloween prank. Now, considering this fact,

and the fact that both of the men that Daniel said were involved in Gail's murder, denied that they killed her. That led back to only one person, Daniel. And when he talked about killing his mother, there was no remorse in his voice, no discomfort in revisiting that memory. Benson noted no emotion in him. That is until Benson pulled the bait and switch on him

and revealed that they had evidence inside the Mok's residence that matched to him. Here's part of that confrontation now. At this point in time, we've got evidence to arrest you for the murder of Brian and Beverly. What? I was in bed. That's impossible. I don't normally do this, but I'm going to show you something. This is your print in blood that we recovered inside that house.

These are the patterns on your shoes that you have on your feet right now. He was either really bold or really dumb or both because he's wearing the shoes that he wore at the crime scene. He knew they got him, so he fessed up. He said it was true. He murdered Brian and Bev. And when you find out why, I told you, it's infuriating. It's so cold and senseless. His excuse was that after drinking and coming back home from the bar, he remembered.

Brian owed him $50 for that tattoo that he had given him. So he thought, it was a good time in the early morning hours of November 17th to go get that money. He said he was knocking on the door for a few minutes, and Brian finally answered, and he was upset that he was woken up so early in the morning, like, couldn't it wait? But the real reason he killed Brian, he said, was because Brian called him a punk. And that set him off. He said that he yelled to Brian, I was in prison for nearly 20 years. Nobody calls me a punk. And when Brian shut the door on him, he snapped. He kicked in the panel and he shot him. And he actually was smiling about this. Daniel told investigators that after he shot Brian, he didn't expect Beverly

to come running out, but she did. She was asleep, nude, in the bedroom. The gunfire woke her, and she didn't freeze. She ran fast, trying to make it towards the front door, trying to get out. Daniel said he saw her in motion. He saw her heading to escape. And he shot her to. But in another version, Daniel actually blamed Beverly for the murders. I mean, Not that she did it, but that she had insulted his wife, Jennifer. And that is what triggered the violence. But truly, this is just an evil monster. He doesn't need a reason to kill.

If he hadn't been in prison, he would have killed again before Brian and Bev. Detectives are sure of it. Then Daniel did something that detectives couldn't stop thinking about. He walked over. He grabbed Bev's body, and he dragged her back into living room. He didn't place her gently. He didn't position her with intention. He just plopped her down right across her husband, forming that T-shape, stacked and lifeless.

He told the detectives it wasn't anything symbolic. It's just where he put her. Then he went into the bedroom, grabbed the sheets to cover them up. Daniel said he panicked that this wasn't planned, at least not in his mind. But now there was so much blood. And it was everywhere. so we had to try to clean. Now, when his wife, Jennifer, was interviewed separately,

she confirmed key pieces of his account. She told detectives that Daniel had left in the middle of the night. And when he returned, he said the mocks won't bother us anymore. At the time, she brushed it off. She didn't understand what it meant. And I'm thinking, how did they ever bother them to begin with? But later, she realized that Daniel was telling her that he had killed them.

Jennifer also admitted that she had gone back to the crime scene after the murders. She was there and she remembered what they did next. She and Daniel drove to Point Defiance Park the same place they had gotten married

just a few months earlier and they stood at the edge of a cliff looking out over the water and Daniel pulled out the gun the 22 caliber murder weapon and then he threw it over the edge. The gun sank into the water and it was never recovered. Daniel Tavares was arrested and charged with two counts of aggravated first-degree murder along with illegal possession of a firearm.

And Jennifer Lynn Tavaris, his wife, was charged with rendering criminal assistance, a gross misdemeanor. After the detectives concluded that she had lied repeatedly during the investigation and had helped conceal the weapon used to kill Brian and Bev. She served a year and in prison. And Daniel was looking at life, but it didn't end there. There is more, but first, I just want to tell you, Brian and Beverly's murders weren't just a tragedy. They were a symbol of something much bigger, a system that knew who Daniel was, knew what he was capable of and still let him free. Now, it wasn't just Pierce County watching. It was the whole country. The moment that Daniel was arrested for the murders of Brian and Beverly mock, the story exploded.

The headlines were, killer released by Judge Murders Washington couple. He should have never been free. And no supervision, no bail, and two more dead. And soon, national voices joined in, and one of the loudest was Mitt Romney. Remember, Daniel had sent him numerous threats from prison. Romney at the time was a leading presidential candidate and the former governor of Massachusetts, the state where Daniel had been released. Romney had actually appointed Judge Kathy Tutman,

the one who let Daniel go. And now, with the headlines, Romney went on the record. He said, she should resign. He called her decision to release Daniel irresponsible. He said her judgment had endangered lives, and now two people were dead because of it. Everyone wanted to hear from Judge Tutman herself. They wanted her to make a statement.

And I heard something recently, and it stuck with me. Someone said that every judge who wants to release a violent criminal. As a requirement, they should have to live with that violent criminal in their own home before they allow them on the streets. Maybe that'll make them think twice. But back in Washington, prosecutors weren't interested in statements. They were preparing for a capital murder trial. But as prosecutors prepared for a death penalty case, no less, Daniel made an unexpected move, but it's kind of expected, in my point of view, on February 15th of 2008,

just three months after the murders, he changed his plea. He stood in court and admitted to killing Brian and Bev. There was no apology, just a cold procedural surrender. The guilty plea spared him the death penalty, but it came with a life sentence without the possibility of parole.

You could never walk free again. In the weeks after the case, closed, the Seattle Seahawks reached out to both of these families. They knew who Brian and Bev were, not just as fans, but as a fixture in the tailgating community. The kind of couple that brought people together, built routines around the game days, made food, made jokes, and memories, and now they were gone. So the team did something really cool and special. They invited their families onto the field before a home game against the Arizona Cardinals, and the Seahawks CEO placed his own NFC champion

ring in Brian's father's hand and told him to wear it for the game. And later the organization announced they were raising money for a charity in the couple's honor. They let the family know that Brian and Bev would never be forgotten. But there was someone else. Gail Betelho. Her case went quiet, but it didn't stay quiet forever. She too was not forgotten. In 2012, more than a decade after Daniel had first led police to her body. An inmate incarcerated in the same Washington prison as Daniel came forward and said he found a letter in the prison library that Daniel authored and it confirmed that he wasn't a rat.

He didn't tell on Gail's murderers. No, he was the murderer. He also wrote letters confessing, saying that he killed Gail. He wrote one to his former roommate, Richard, the one he had stabbed alongside his murderer. mother, another to Detective McDonald was the lead on Gail's case, and his former alibi witness, his ex-girlfriend Michelle Cardozo. Michelle came forward in February of 2013 and she recanted his alibi. Then a grand jury indicted Daniel for Gail's murder in 2013 that same year and the jury trial

began on November 16th of 2015. This was a lot for Gail's family to take in. And the brutal details of this crime, the truth of what happened was so far from what Daniel told authorities when he tried to, of course, use it to reduce his prison time. Gail had disappeared on October 27th of 1988, and she was last seen around 4 p.m. when she told her boyfriend she was stepping outside to talk to someone who knocked on their door. Does that sound familiar, someone knocking on the door, just like he did at Bryans? Gail said, I'll be back in five minutes, and she left with even taking her purse. And she never returned. There was an intense investigation that followed. And when she was finally found after Daniel turned into a so-called confidential informant,

the location of where she was this whole time shocked her family. She had been right next door all of those years. But what really happened? We might never know exactly, but Daniel was a dealer. And Gail was a user and buyer. She and her boyfriend supposedly owed Daniel money. Does that also sound familiar? He led her into his house under the pretense that he was going to just do some coke with her. And when she bent down to inhale it, he pulled out a gun. But he said it didn't fire correctly.

So he admitted he grabbed the knife, grabbed her by the hair, and stabbed her repeatedly. In this confession, Daniel described in detail how thick the blood was, the smell of it, the noises she made, how she attempted to breathe as blood filled her mouth and throat. This was all repeated in the opening statements for the jury to hear when this trial began, how Daniel watched her die, and then lifted her up and dropped her body off a second floor porch and buried her in a shallow grave under a tree in his backyard. Of course, he was found guilty. I think you could have guessed that.

And he's also serving a life sentence for her murder. So if that's any comfort, he will never walk the streets again. Let's hope, though. Let's hope. It's scary to think that sometimes pure evil is right next door, and they don't need a motive to kill. That's fantastic. Rap, let you know where she was.

Are you serious? The clowns. But as for those left behind to grapple with what this monster has done, that pain never fades. Daniel is a symbol of everything that had gone wrong. An evil person, a serial killer who fell through the cracks. And nothing can undo that. If he would have never been allowed out,

he would have never killed Karen's daughter. And I'll leave you with one thing that Karen held on to because she really should get the final word. She had one tiny comfort in all of this. In the days after her daughter, and her daughter's husband, Brian, were killed. Daniel had a black eye. And the timeline made it clear.

He got that black eye before the police arrived. He received it during the murders inside the mocks home. Karen believes with all of her heart that her daughter, Bev, gave him that black eye. She said, I'm 99% sure of it. Remember, Brian was shot right away as Daniel came through that door. But Bev? She came running to help. Karen said, she may not have had time to scream, she may not had time to run, but in those final

seconds, Karen believes her daughter fought back. And that mattered to her. I want to leave you with that. And I want to thank you so much for being here for Brian and Beverly Story, but also for the story of Gail and for Daniel's mother and Marie. Thank you. Do not forget them. Always be safe, protect yourself, and I'll see you in my very next video. Bye.