His two sons were out playing in the back while he supervised through the kitchen window. The boys were 13 and 12. What should have been a heartwarming moment, watching his two sons play and get along, was instead filled with anxiety. His friend asked, “what’s wrong?” “I don’t trust Derek.” His friend was confused. He peered at the window to see the boys playing on the swing set. “I don’t trust him. I’ve read the diaries. I’ve seen the pictures. Look at them. Look at them, they look like they’re plotting something.” Two hours later - Terry would be found dead. Both sons missing. House on fire.