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Tuesday, December 16, 2003, 11:00 P.M.

Sugar Land Police Department

Highway 6 South

Sugar Land, Texas

Detective Marshall Slot was ready to call it a night. He continued to pursue all possible leads in the murders of Tricia and Kevin Whitaker. He had spent almost the entire day at the police station, working on the case. Slot began to pack up his equipment and just as he was leaving, a young man came up and introduced himself to the detective.

“I’m Adam Hipp, sir.” The young, very tall man extended his hand out. Hipp spent the morning at the funeral for Tricia and Kevin Whitaker.

Slot reciprocated, shook his hand, and replied, “What can I do for you, son?”

“I need to speak with you about Bart Whitaker. You are the officer handling the murders of Tricia and Kevin Whitaker, aren’t you, sir?”

“Yes, sir, that would be me,” Slot answered. “Please have a seat.” The detective gestured to a well-worn chair in front of his desk. Slot put his briefcase down and took his own seat. “So, what do you want to tell me about Bart Whitaker, Mr. Hipp?”

“I know Bart did it,” a nervous Hipp replied. “And I’m pretty sure I even know how he did it.”

“Well, son, how would you know something like that?”

“Because he told me he wanted someone to kill his parents and his younger brother, two years ago, sir.”

The young man had the detective’s full attention.

“Go on,” Slot encouraged Hipp.