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Her roommate didn't come out of the bedroom to greet her, but to be honest, this wasn't totally unusual.
The two of them, despite being roommates, were not actually very close at all.
After eating their food, the students studied for a while and then watched some TV and then went to bed, all the while still never hearing a sound coming out of her roommate's bedroom.
But again, this was normal. That is, until the next day, when the student received a call from their school telling her to go back to her apartment to check on her roommate, because apparently the roommate's mother was very concerned about them.
The student was annoyed, but went back to the apartment, and when they walked into their roommate's bedroom, they would see something that would haunt them for years, and it would instantly explain why their roommate had not come out of the room.
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On the evening of Wednesday, September 9th, 2009, 20-year-old Shelly Nance walked into her bedroom inside of her off-campus apartment in Dallas, Texas, and then shut the door behind her.
Shelly liked the fact that once inside of her room, she would not need to speak to anybody.
She preferred it that way. She settled down on her bed with her back propped against a stack of pillows, and then she took out her notebook and pencil and began to draw.
Shelley spent most of her time drawing on a computer at the Art Institute of Dallas, where she was a second year multimedia and animation student.
But when she was by herself and just wanted to relax, she preferred just using pencil and paper.
Tonight, Shelley began sketching a young woman who looked a lot like herself, slender with long flowing hair and just the hint of a smile on her face.
Shelley originally began drawing to escape the boredom of growing up in the tiny town of Italy, Texas, where she'd always been something of a loner.
She even joked about that in her senior yearbook, choosing a biting quote to go with her picture.
She wrote, "'You laugh at me because I'm different.
I laugh at you because you're all the same.'"
But Shelley got so good at drawing that it actually changed her life.
She eventually won an art competition that gave her a partial scholarship to this art institute.
And suddenly, Shelley had a plan for life after high school, to be an artist.
As soon as she got to the art school and started meeting her eccentric and creative classmates, Shelley felt like she'd finally found her place.
For the first time ever, she had friends who actually understood and accepted her quirks.
They would go to anime conventions together and even dress up as their favorite anime characters.
It was a world that Shelley frankly never could have imagined back in her hometown, which was basically no more than a truck stop along a highway.
And going to this art institute provided another big first for Shelley.
She had a boyfriend, Nathan Shuck, and they often could be found playing video games together on the couch at his apartment.
But as Shelley sat there sketching tiny doves into her picture, she realized that having this active social life now could actually be kind of a burden.
Until recently, she had never had to consider anybody else's feelings but her own, but now having a boyfriend meant she had to plan for two people.
And after dating Nathan for two months now, she was actually starting to have her doubts about the relationship.
She thought Nathan was a good person, but deep down, she knew she didn't feel about him the way he felt about her.
Now, she didn't want to hurt his feelings, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel really strongly that she kind of just wanted to break up with him.
She just had no idea how to actually tell him.
Shelley put her pencil down and closed her sketch pad, hoping for a new distraction, and she found one after she hopped on her computer and went on a popular website looking at other artists' work.
And Shelley's thoughts very quickly kind of drifted away from Nathan and the seemingly imminent, unpleasant conversation that she was going to have with him.
After a while, Shelley looked up at the clock, and she was shocked to see that it was already six in the morning.
She'd been up all night. She really needed to get some rest before her classes that afternoon.
So she left her room to make sure the front door was locked.
Then she went back to her bedroom, closed the door, crawled back into bed, and drifted off to sleep.
A little more than 24 hours later, at 7 a.m. on Friday, September 11th, Shelley's mother, Cynthia, woke up in a motel in Colorado.
She and her husband were a little over halfway through their 22-hour drive to Yellowstone National Park, which was like their dream trip.
While they raised their three girls, they barely ever left their small town in Texas.
But now that Shelley, their youngest, was settled in college, they'd finally decided to take the plunge and go do this big trip.
When they'd hit the road Thursday morning, Cynthia sent a text message to all three of the girls and Shelly was the only one who didn't text back.
But Cynthia was not that worried about it because Shelly was a night owl and she often slept during the day when everybody else was up and about.
But Shelly would usually call at some point after she woke up for class, except this time she didn't.
And so Cynthia had called one of Shelly's sisters to say she was worried, but the sister thought their mother was just overreacting.
And so she told her mom, hey, remember, she's an adult.
She's a 20-year-old woman who's allowed to have a social life.
In fact, her sister was happy that maybe Shelly the homebody was out somewhere having fun for once.
At 9 a.m. that same morning, Cynthia and her husband went for a scenic ride through the Colorado Rockies.
But Cynthia barely noticed any of it because she still hadn't heard from Shelly and she just had this gut feeling that something was actually wrong.
And so as they drove through this beautiful area, Cynthia grabbed her phone and called Shelly's school.
A school administrator answered the call, but she sounded annoyed at Cynthia's request.
She said they just didn't have the resources to send somebody out to check on every student who didn't call their parents right on time.
Cynthia knew she was coming off like an overprotective mother, but she also knew it was completely unlike Shelly to ignore her messages for this long.
So Cynthia practically begged the administrator to please check later that day and just see if her daughter made it to class.
The administrator sighed and said she'd wait for a break between classes and see if someone could track Shelly down.
Around noon that day, Shelly's roommate, Ashley Alvera, grumpily made her way up the stairs towards their apartment.
Someone from the school administration had stopped Ashley when she was leaving class and asked her to just stop what she was doing and go back to her apartment and check on her roommate, Shelly, make sure she's okay.
Apparently, Shelley's parents were looking for her and she wasn't returning any calls or texts.
But Ashley thought this request was totally ridiculous.
Shelley's parents did not need to know where Shelley was 24-7.
She was an adult. And so now Ashley felt like her time was being wasted.
But nonetheless, she made it upstairs to the apartment, she unlocked the door, and walked inside.
And once she was inside the apartment, she noticed the door to Shelley's bedroom was closed, as usual, and so she walked over and knocked, and she didn't get an answer.
Then she called out Shelley's name, but she was met with more silence, so Ashley opened the door.
And there in bed was Shelly lying face down under the blanket.
And so Ashley quickly went from feeling annoyed at this to now just feeling angry.
She'd come all the way back to the apartment to check on her roommate just to find out Shelly had been sleeping all day.
So Ashley walked over and kind of gruffly told Shelly, hey, wake up, your parents are looking for you.
But Shelly didn't move. Ashley sighed and walked back over to the door and flipped on the light in the room, but when the lights were now on, Shelley didn't react.
And so now, feeling sort of on edge, Ashley walked back over to the bed and gently shook Shelley, but Shelley didn't move.
And also, Shelley's arm felt cold to the touch.
And that's when Ashley just grabbed the blanket and pulled it back, and she saw Shelley's sheets were soaked in blood.
Absolutely horrified, Ashley screamed Shelley's name over and over again, but Shelley wasn't moving or making any sound, and so Ashley turned and ran out of the room to call 911.
Not long after that 911 call, the school called Cynthia back and began to tell her what was going on.
They told her her daughter had been found in her room, she was covered in blood, and then before the caller from the school could explain further, Cynthia's cell phone just went dead.
The reception in the Colorado mountains where they were was terrible, and so she had just dropped service.
And so Cynthia, who's heard this terrible thing about her daughter, began frantically trying to call back, but she just couldn't get any service.
And so Cynthia shouted at her husband to turn the car around and keep driving until she got better phone reception.
Her husband immediately did a U-turn and hit the gas, making the tires squeal.
And then just as suddenly as Cynthia had lost service, she suddenly had service again.
And so she screamed at her husband to stop the car so she could call them back.
And so Cynthia, whose hand was now shaking, finally got through to the Art Institute and breathlessly asked them if her daughter was okay.
And the woman on the other end said she was so, so sorry.
But Shelly was dead. Police were investigating right now, but it appeared her daughter had been murdered.
Cynthia and her husband just sat there in silence in the middle of nowhere, absorbing the worst news a parent can possibly receive.
Cynthia felt this desperate urge to do something, visit Shelly's apartment, talk to detectives, or just be there to comfort their other daughters.
But they had no choice but to just start driving again because it was going to take them nearly a day to drive all the way back to Texas.
At about the same time that Cynthia and her husband got this terrible news, Detective Paul Elzey placed a fan belt and motor oil on the checkout counter at a Dallas auto shop.
He was heading out to his farm in East Texas that weekend and was looking forward to doing some maintenance on his tractor.
And just as he finished paying, his phone rang.
It was his partner. His partner said they had a murder to solve and it was a tough one.
A young art student had been stabbed to death in her bed with no witnesses and so far no evidence.
Suddenly, LZ knew he was not going to be spending time at his farm.
So he left the auto shop, got into his car, and drove across town to Shelly's apartment complex.
Elsie walked up the stairs to Shelly's apartment and stepped inside.
And already it was flooded with evidence technicians who were dusting for fingerprints and snapping photos.
Elsie's partner greeted him and quickly got him up to speed.
The victim's roommate discovered the body around noon, but she said she didn't know anything else because she'd been away at class all morning.
Unfortunately, the technicians had not found anything useful so far.
No fingerprints, shoe prints, or hairs near the body that could give police some clues to who the killer was.
Detective Elzey thanked his partner for the update and said he wanted to take his own look around the small apartment to see if anything stood out.
Elzey was a seasoned homicide detective with 36 years on the force.
He saw each case as a challenge, a puzzle he would need to solve.
And sometimes the pieces did just kind of fall into place.
Inside the apartment, he noticed the TV and some other fairly expensive electronic equipment were still there.
Also, the windows weren't broken and there didn't appear to be any signs of forced entry.
So this didn't seem like a robbery. More likely, Elzey thought, the victim let the killer into their apartment or the killer had a key.
Elsie walked into the bathroom next to Shelly's bedroom and realized why there was so little blood tracked around the apartment.
He could see a spot of blood on the edge of the sink, as well as a few spots on the edge of the tub.
The killer had clearly tried to clean themselves up after committing the murder, and so whoever killed Shelly had thought this crime through and potentially had really thought through how to get away with it.
Elsie then headed to the bedroom to look at the victim.
Shelley was lying on her stomach on the bed in a shirt and underwear.
Her back and neck were covered in wounds, and her long reddish-brown hair was now matted with dried blood.
Elsie had seen countless bodies over his long career, and he usually kept a very cool professional distance from the victims' lives.
But he was not prepared for what lay before him now.
The murder was gruesome, but that wasn't what unsettled him.
It was Shelly herself. She was the same age as one of Elsie's daughters, and he suddenly felt like he was looking at his own child lying there, covered in blood.
Elsie composed himself and leaned over the bed and looked more closely at the condition of Shelly's body.
He couldn't even count the number of stab wounds in her neck and back, but there didn't seem to be wounds anywhere else, including her hands and arms.
The lack of defensive wounds made Elsie think that Shelly had not put up much of a fight against her attacker.
Plus, all the blood seemed to be concentrated on the bed, while the rest of the bedroom looked basically undisturbed, as though Shelly never had a chance to get up.
So maybe she was asleep when this happened.
Shelley's clothes were still on and relatively undisturbed, making Elsie think she had not been sexually assaulted as well.
But looking at her battered body, Elsie saw a killer that must have been filled with rage.
And this rage-filled killer clearly had ready access to this apartment.
And so the detective felt certain that Shelley must have been killed by someone she knew who must have had a very personal and serious problem with her.
Later on that day, sometime in the afternoon, the medical examiner provided a more detailed picture of what actually killed Shelley.
Both her carotid artery and her jugular vein, which are in her neck, were severed, and her esophagus and trachea had been punctured, as well as one of her lungs.
And so Shelly had suffered multiple wounds that on their own would have killed her, but she had several of these fatal wounds.
Yet beyond the savage attack on Shelly's upper body, there were basically no other injuries.
Not only were there no additional stab wounds, the medical examiner also concluded that Shelly had not been sexually assaulted.
And the killer left behind almost no obvious physical clues, except perhaps one.
As the medical examiner was swabbing under Shelley's fingernails in hopes that maybe she might have scratched her killer, he spotted a blue speck under Shelley's left wrist.
It looked like nothing more than a tiny piece of plastic, but it was the only physical evidence the killer seemed to have left behind.
So he had sent it off to the lab to be tested.
Detective Elzey was interviewing Shelley's roommate, Ashley, at the police station when he heard a knock at the door, and one of the officers handed him the autopsy results.
Elsie stepped into the hallway outside of the interview room and quickly scanned over the report for highlights, and one finding jumped off the page at him.
From the condition of Shelley's body, the medical examiner estimated that she had been dead for up to 24 hours by the time Ashley found her.
LZ was startled. He had assumed that Shelly must have been killed no more than a few hours before Ashley found her, but now the medical examiner was saying that the murder most likely happened a full day earlier, sometime on Thursday, not Friday.
And this cast the murder into a whole new light.
And so LZ went back into the interview room with lots of new questions for Ashley.
It dawned on LZ that if Ashley's story was to be believed, that meant Ashley had been living with the corpse of a roommate for the better part of a full day.
Ashley had said that she and Shelly were really never friends, they were just roommates, and it wasn't uncommon for them to go days without seeing each other.
In fact, Ashley had already told Elsie that the last time she had seen Shelly was Wednesday morning before she'd left for class, so 48 hours before Shelly had been found.
But despite that, Elsie really just wanted to know where Ashley was all day on Thursday when she apparently didn't see her roommate at all.
Ashley told him she left for class at 9am that day and then come back to the apartment at 3pm.
And for the rest of the day, Ashley said she stayed at the apartment eating dinner, doing homework, and then going to bed.
Elsie's eyebrows shot up and he held up the autopsy results.
And then he told Ashley that the report showed her roommate had been killed earlier than police realized initially.
He told her that if what she was saying was true, she'd gone about her business in their small apartment for 18 hours with a dead body in the next room.
How was that possible? But Ashley only seemed confused, like she couldn't quite process the information she had just been given.
She said she really didn't know what he was talking about, but the detective thought that just wasn't good enough.
Elsie pointed out that the roommates shared a single bathroom and that investigators found blood on the sink and in the bathtub.
How could Ashley possibly have missed the blood?
Didn't it make her worry about her roommate?
At that point, Ashley began to cry. She did see the blood, but it was only a few spots, so she didn't think Shelly was hurt in any serious way.
But still, Elsie was not persuaded. He thought there was more going on here than Ashley was saying.
So he asked her, was there any problem between them?
Ashley insisted that they'd only had minor disagreements, you know, just girl stuff, she said.
The detective wondered what that meant exactly, and so he said, were they fighting over the same love interest or something?
But Ashley swore that never happened. Shelly had a boyfriend, Nathan, and Ashley was not interested in him at all.
In fact, Ashley said she had very little contact with Nathan, and she kind of liked it that way.
Friends of hers told her that Nathan actually had a really bad temper.
He apparently loved playing video games so much that if something went bad for him in the game, he would just totally lose his cool and explode.
Detective Elsie thought Ashley's answers still seemed off.
In fact, they were so far off that Elsie started to see Ashley as a suspect.
After all, who would have had easier access to the apartment than Shelly's own roommate?
But Elsie decided to try a new tactic. And he asked Ashley, was there anybody else besides her who had a key to this apartment?
And Ashley told him that besides her and Shelly, no one else did.
At this point, Detective Elsie couldn't help but feel convinced that Ashley must have had something to do with Shelly's death.
If Ashley had the only other key, well, then she was either directly responsible or perhaps she was the one who let the killer into the apartment.
He didn't know which it was, but based on how nervous Ashley looked at this moment, he had a pretty good idea how to find out.
So he just came out and accused Ashley outright of the murder.
He told her to confess and that things would actually be much easier for her if she did.
But Ashley just stared back at the detective in total disbelief and began to cry again.
For the next couple of hours, Detective Elzey tried to wear Ashley down, hoping for a confession that would wrap up the case.
But Ashley did not change her story, and she never confessed to anything.
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By Saturday, September 12th, after an excruciating, mentally torturous journey, Shelly's parents finally arrived back in Texas and went to meet with Detective Elzey.
When they came into the station, Elsie thought they looked like they hadn't slept the entire drive back, and he knew they were obviously grieving.
But he did need to talk to them right now regardless of their condition.
Their answers could be the key to finding out who killed their daughter.
And so the first question he asked them was, were there any problems between Shelly and her roommate Ashley that they were aware of?
Her parents seemed surprised by the question.
They said their daughter and her roommate Ashley weren't exactly good friends, but they certainly didn't have any major problems that they knew of.
Elsie followed up by asking if they could think of anyone who might want to hurt Shelly.
Did she have any enemies? But her parents said that Shelly had always been a bit of a homebody who kept to herself, and because she didn't really go out much, there wasn't any drama in her life and very little opportunity to make enemies.
Cynthia said that of their three daughters, Shelly was the easiest to raise.
She never drank alcohol or did drugs, stayed out late, or got into trouble.
After that, Detective Elzey asked them what Shelly's boyfriend, Nathan, was like.
Shelly's mom said they'd never met him since they'd only been dating for a couple of months.
The only thing Shelly had said about Nathan was that her dad probably wouldn't like him, but it was just because he had a lip piercing and tattoos.
However, Cynthia did tell the detective that a couple of weeks ago, Shelly had called her to ask how to break up with her boyfriend, Nathan.
Cynthia had given her some advice, but after that, she had no idea if Shelly actually had broken up with him or not.
Now, Elsie needed to know whether Shelley had followed through and ended that relationship with Nathan.
If the guy had a hot temper, as Shelley's roommate claimed, a bad breakup, in theory, could be enough to send him into a rage.
Later that day, when Elsie walked into the interrogation room to speak to Nathan for the first time, he was surprised to see Nathan's appearance.
Even though he had tattoos and a piercing, he was really just kind of a skinny kid.
And the way he was sitting in the chair seemed so childlike.
He had pulled his feet up onto the seat and was kind of clutching his knees close to his chest the way a child would.
But Elsie knew looks could be deceiving, so right away he asked where Nathan had been on Thursday, the day of Shelly's murder.
Nathan said he'd been staying at his mother's house that week, and he had slept there on Wednesday night.
On Thursday morning, his mother had dropped him off at the school at around 9 a.m., but he didn't have school until 3.
The detective couldn't believe what Nathan had just told him.
He had just admitted that he had this big window of time on the day Shelly was murdered that was basically unaccounted for.
Nathan told the detective that all he had done that day was homework in the computer lab during the six hours before his 3 p.m. class, but Elsie was sure that Nathan had left at some point for some amount of time, maybe to go to the bathroom or maybe to get something to eat, something.
He just felt like six hours sitting in the same spot doing homework nonstop sounded sort of unlikely for even the most diligent of students.
But Elsie kept that to himself and just asked Nathan if he had a key to Shelly's apartment.
But Nathan said he didn't. Elsie asked him why not.
If Nathan was her boyfriend, wouldn't Shelly give him a key?
But Nathan said they'd only been dating a couple of months and really their relationship was not that serious.
They hadn't had sex. In fact, they hadn't even kissed.
He told the detective the only thing they'd ever done that was sort of intimate was hold hands.
Elsie was convinced that Nathan had to be downplaying his relationship with Shelley to kind of make himself seem less culpable.
I mean, after all, what college couple didn't do anything more than hold hands if they've been dating for a couple of months?
I mean, it just seemed kind of unrealistic.
But Nathan swore that really was the truth, and he insisted that holding hands was actually a really big deal for both of them.
At this point, the detective realized he was likely dealing with a very sheltered and somewhat awkward kid.
But he also knew about Nathan's reputation for having a really bad temper.
And so maybe he could get Nathan to show it by catching him off guard.
So the detective directly confronted him.
He asked Nathan how he felt when Shelly broke up with him.
Was he angry? Did he lose control? Is that what happened?
But Nathan didn't seem angry at all. He seemed confused.
He said he didn't know what the detective was talking about because Shelly had not broken up with him.
Elsie told Nathan he was lying. He knew from Shelley's mother that Shelley definitely wanted to break up with him, and he told Nathan his new theory.
Shelley must have ended their relationship, and Nathan had been so upset he had flown into a rage and killed Shelley.
But to Elsie's surprise, instead of protesting his innocence, Nathan barely reacted.
He just sat there staring. Elsie asked him, what are you thinking about?
And Nathan just said he felt sort of numb, that he didn't know how to react, that this felt like a bad dream he was just hoping to wake up from.
Following a hunch, Elsie then asked Nathan to lift up his shirt.
Nathan did what he was told and stood and lifted it up, and the detective could see visible scratches on his chest.
Elsie immediately wondered if maybe he got those scratches from Shelly as she tried to fight off her attacker maybe at first because he knew she didn't put up much of a fight, but maybe she put up a little bit of a fight and that was it.
But Nathan said no, he got those scratches actually from scratching himself.
He said he didn't kill his girlfriend and he really had nothing to hide.
At this point, Elsie saw an opening. If that was true, that Nathan had nothing to hide, would he let detectives search his apartment right now?
Nathan said, yeah, go ahead. They wouldn't find anything.
And so, a little while later that day, Elsie and some other investigators followed Nathan up the steps to his off-campus apartment.
When they got to the door, Nathan unlocked it and let them inside.
Elsie told Nathan to wait by the front door, and he had a detective stay with him.
Elsie didn't want Nathan to interfere. When Elsie got inside the apartment, the first thing he noticed was the apartment was incredibly clean.
He'd been inside a fair number of college apartments, and typically they were a mess.
He turned to Nathan and asked him, you know, why is this place so immaculate?
Had he cleaned it up recently, hoping to hide evidence?
But Nathan said that he had nothing to do with how the apartment looked.
His roommate was a total neat freak who couldn't bear the sight of dirty dishes or things lying around the house.
Nathan said his roommate even cleaned up after him.
Elsie nodded and then asked which room was Nathan's.
Nathan raised a hand and pointed him in the right direction.
The detective went inside the bedroom, and within minutes, he made a troubling discovery.
Nathan stored weapons underneath his bed.
The detective found throwing stars and swords, but most disturbingly were all the knives.
Boxes and boxes of knives. Elsie felt sure he would find the murder weapon among all these blades, so he bagged up each knife individually to be tested for blood.
After that, Elsie left the bedroom and confronted Nathan again.
He asked if Nathan had a fascination with violence, but Nathan said it really wasn't like that.
He just liked to collect weapons that he thought were cool.
Elsie didn't know what to make of that, but he was not convinced.
Next, Elsie went to Nathan's bathroom, which, unlike the rest of the apartment, was a total mess.
The counter was covered with containers of deodorant, hair gel, and shaving cream.
I mean, there was stuff everywhere. But tucked in amongst the chaos was something very odd, even chilling.
It was a clear sandwich bag with what appeared to be long reddish-brown hair inside, hair that was the same color as Shelly's.
But that wasn't all. There was also what appeared to be drops of blood inside the bag as well.
Carefully, with a gloved hand, Elsie lifted the bag up and then went to Nathan and held the bag out in front of him, demanding to know what he was doing with it.
But Nathan, whose face now went white, swore he'd never seen it before in his life.
He didn't even know what it was. And after all, who would collect a random sandwich bag of hair and blood?
It made no sense. And then something shifted in Nathan's mind, and he said he wanted a lawyer before he answered any more questions, and he asked the investigators to please get out of his apartment.
Since the detectives didn't have a search warrant, and they were there only as Nathan's guest, legally they had no choice but to leave.
But they could keep everything they'd already found, and Elsie was very confident that one of the knives, and also that baggie, would come back positive for Shelley's blood.
On Friday, September 18th, so a week after Shelley's body had been discovered, the school held a memorial service for her.
When Shelley's parents got there, they were touched to see that Shelley's beautiful art was on display.
Shelley's mother, Cynthia, was also moved by just how many people had come out to celebrate Shelley.
She never thought her quiet, introverted daughter would have such a large group of friends.
It was a small comfort, but a comfort nonetheless, that Shelley had meant something to so many people.
Then a young man with a lip piercing and tattoos approached Cynthia.
He introduced himself as Nathan, Shelly's boyfriend.
He told her he wasn't sure if he should be speaking to her, but he just wanted her to know how sorry he was that Shelly had died.
And then he held out his hand for her to shake it.
But Shelly's mother couldn't do it. She had seen the look on Detective Elsie's face after she had mentioned the breakup, and she knew exactly what the detective was thinking.
That Shelly's boyfriend, Nathan, had murdered Shelly.
And now with Nathan standing right in front of her, Cynthia couldn't help but feel repulsed.
And so she did not shake his hand. And so Nathan just stood there awkwardly for a second.
And then Nathan got the hint, lowered his hand and walked away.
By the end of September, the analysis of the knives and the baggie that were taken from Nathan's apartment came back from the lab.
The first result shocked Elsie. None of the knives in Nathan's apartment had any traces of blood, Shelley's or anybody else's.
However, that little baggie containing the hair inside of Nathan's bathroom did have blood in it, and it belonged to Shelley.
And so Elsie assumed, after Nathan killed his girlfriend, he must have taken that as sort of like a trophy from the murder scene to add to his bizarre collection.
So on October 8th, 2009, almost a month after Shelly was murdered, Detective Elzey called Nathan to the police station for a second interview.
But this time, Nathan showed up with his lawyer.
And the lawyer who spoke on behalf of Nathan said that Nathan was happy to answer the officer's questions and wanted to do whatever he could to help catch Shelly's killer.
But the lawyer hoped that this conversation would be civil.
Elzey knew what that meant. He would have to keep a lid on how aggressively he questioned Nathan or potentially they would just leave.
And so LZ nodded and then told Nathan that the bag they'd found in his bathroom contained his girlfriend's hair and blood.
And so he asked Nathan to please explain how it got there.
Nathan's lawyer looked down at Nathan and nodded, letting him know it was okay to answer this question.
Nathan took a deep breath and then looked at LZ and told him he had never seen that baggie before.
He swore it. But he argued that that really shouldn't be that surprising.
After all, he was not the only person who lived in that apartment.
And his roommate, whose name was Daniel Willem, did have easy access to the bathroom.
And Nathan didn't stop there. He claimed that his roommate, Daniel, was jealous of his relationship with Shelly because Daniel actually had a crush on Nathan.
In fact, Nathan said Daniel had gotten really possessive of him and wanted to control him.
Elsie asked Nathan if his roommate, Daniel, had ever made a legitimate pass at Nathan, like really tried to be romantically involved with him, and Nathan said no, he had not.
And so even though Elsie didn't know what to make of this, he suspected that maybe this crush that he was talking about was not real, and perhaps Nathan was just throwing his roommate under the bus to protect himself.
Elsie turned to the lawyer and said that things didn't look good for his client.
The investigators had found Shelly's blood in his bathroom, and he said that Nathan had a motive to hurt Shelly because he knew that she planned to break up with him.
Plus, Nathan had a reputation for having an explosive temper.
And so, if Nathan confessed right now to what he did, maybe the prosecutor would be lenient with him.
At this point, the lawyer stood up and said the interview was over, and then he led Nathan out of the room.
At this point, Elsie felt sure that Nathan really was just raising suspicions about his roommate simply to protect himself.
But the detective had been around long enough to know that he would need to speak with Daniel as well, because it was true he did have access to that bathroom where that baggie was found.
So a couple of days later, Elsie got in touch with Daniel and asked him to come to the police station to answer a few questions.
And once Daniel was there, Elsie decided not to ask him about his supposed crush on Nathan right away.
Instead, Elsie asked Daniel where he was the morning of Shelley's murder.
And Daniel described his busy day. Daniel said he went to Starbucks to grab a coffee.
And then after that, he drove to the lake to take some photographs for school.
And then he went to Walmart to pick up some soap and hair dye.
And then after that, he'd gone to a friend's apartment to work on an assignment.
However, that friend wasn't home. Elsie's years perked up.
Daniel's alibi was not any better than Nathan's.
Daniel had said when he took photos at the lake, he was alone, and since the friend that he had gone to study with wasn't home, there was no one to corroborate that part of his story either.
So then at this point, Elsie asked Daniel if he had romantic feelings for Nathan, and Daniel said absolutely not.
Then, Elsie told him that Nathan had said that Daniel was very controlling about their relationship, and he asked Daniel if that was true.
And Daniel said something surprising. He said that yes, he actually was pretty controlling, but he was only doing it because he was concerned for Nathan.
Daniel said that Nathan was stalking Shelly.
He was following her around all the time to the point where he was ignoring his own classes and his grades were dropping.
Daniel said he was actually trying to get Nathan away from Shelly.
This surprised Elsie. Now, both roommates were basically suggesting that the other could have killed Shelly.
And if it was true that Nathan really was stalking Shelly, well, Elsie already felt like he was the most likely suspect and that sort of fit.
At this point, Elsie asked Daniel about that little bag that contained the hair and blood inside of Nathan's bathroom.
And Daniel told him he had no idea how that got there.
Now, of course, if Daniel did do it, you know, obviously he would say he didn't know where it came from, this is what Elsie was thinking, the bag with Shelly's blood and hair was easily the most damning piece of evidence they had, and both roommates claimed they knew nothing about it.
So, Elsie used the same tactic he had tried with Ashley and with Nathan.
He flat out accused Daniel of the murder, hoping his tough cop routine would intimidate him and get him to come out and confess.
But when he accused Daniel of the murder, just like Ashley and Nathan before him, Daniel swore up and down it really was not him.
Elsie tried pressing him again and again, but just like Ashley and Nathan, Daniel said, really, I had nothing to do with this.
After Daniel left the station, Detective Elzey stayed in the interview room for a few minutes, thinking about everything he had just learned.
He hit three likely suspects. There was Ashley, who apparently was just in the apartment going about her business with her roommate's dead body for 18 hours.
There was Nathan, who Shelly wanted to break up with and apparently who had a very bad temper.
And finally, there was Daniel, who may have seen Shelly as a romantic rival if Daniel really did have a crush on Nathan.
But all three of these suspects totally insisted they had nothing to do with the crime.
And so LZ felt like one of them had to be lying.
He just needed to figure out who. So LZ and his team started digging deeper into each of their suspects' alibis.
LZ found himself staring at computer screens, surveillance tapes, and phone messages for days on end.
But after so many hours, when he felt like he could barely keep his eyes open anymore, something on one of those screens finally jumped out at him.
Elsie was staring at a brand new piece of evidence, and it pointed directly to Shelly's killer.
On November 4th, almost two months after the murder, police moved in to make an arrest, and Elsie had a very clear idea of what had happened to Shelly.
Back on Thursday, September 10th, just after 10.30 a.m., the killer drove to Shelly's apartment complex and put on a pair of latex gloves.
They climbed the stairs to the apartment and used a key to unlock the door.
They quietly walked in, closing the door behind them.
Once inside, they went straight to Shelly's closed bedroom.
Slowly, so as not to make any noise, they turned the handle and opened the door.
Shelly was fast asleep. The killer slowly walked to the bed, pulled out a knife, raised it up, and then brought it down into Shelly's neck.
And then before she could scream, the killer stabbed her again and again and again.
The killer stabbed Shelly 42 times in the neck and back before they finally stopped and stepped away from the bed.
Shelly would die without ever waking up.
After the attack, the killer went into the bathroom.
There, they climbed into the bathtub, took off their bloody clothes, and put them into a bag, but in the process, they got spots of blood on the edges of the tub.
Then the killer went to the sink and rinsed the last of the blood off their hands, never taking their gloves off.
The killer then got dressed in the fresh clothes they brought along, then they left the apartment, closing and locking the door behind them.
When Detective Elzey looked into the three alibis of the three suspects, initially it seemed like they all checked out.
Ashley had been in class, Daniel really had gone to Walmart, and Nathan was in the computer lab for six long hours.
But while Ashley was in class, something strange was happening.
She was getting a near constant stream of text messages asking where she was and if she was home.
Elzey believed these text messages were the murderer trying to make sure the house was empty except for Shelly.
And the person who sent all those text messages to Ashley was Nathan's roommate, Daniel.
Then, when investigators studied surveillance footage from Daniel's trip to Walmart on the morning of the murder, Detective Elzey caught something crucial.
Daniel had purchased hair dye, just like he said, but he also purchased blue latex gloves.
And the crime lab determined that the material from the brand of gloves matched that little blue piece of latex that had been found on Shelly's wrist.
From there, Daniel's alibi fell apart. Surveillance showed he left Walmart at 10.12 a.m., but police could find no evidence that he went by a friend's apartment like he claimed he had.
Police then began to look into whether Daniel's story about his roommate Nathan stalking Shelly was actually true, but it turned out if anybody was stalking and obsessed with Shelly, it was actually Daniel.
Lots of his own friends said he disliked Shelley because she was dating Nathan, and Daniel was really interested in Nathan to the point where it seemed like he was romantically interested, despite the fact that Daniel denied that.
And then also, Daniel would apparently send these aggressive text messages directly to Shelley sometimes, openly disapproving of her and Nathan's relationship, further making it seem like his motive for harming Shelley was because he wanted Nathan for himself.
The last piece of the puzzle for Detective Elzey was figuring out how Daniel got into Shelley's apartment.
Elzey discovered that Daniel had once borrowed Ashley's car keys, and that gave him the opportunity to make a duplicate of her and Shelley's apartment key, which he then used on the day of the murder.
On November 4th, 2011, Daniel was convicted of Shelley's murder and sentenced to life in prison.
After the conviction, Shelley's mother found Nathan and gave him a big hug and told him she was sorry for suspecting him and not shaking his hand at the memorial.
He accepted her apology. Shelley's family created a scholarship in her honor.
Every year since 2011, they've given it out to a student who was pursuing a degree in the arts.
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