Keep Your Enemies Close

It was 1966 when the archetype of what would come to be known as the true crime novel barged into the culture. In no time at all, that book, In Cold Blood, was as famous as a book could be.
And so was its author, Truman Capote. Unusual man.

Unusual book.

In Cold Blood reads like a novel,

though it was a true story,

the mean, hard facts of it exhaustively reported.

Literary critics called it a masterpiece,

though the story was as disturbing as a story could be.

Somehow, Capote's masterpiece caught the mood of those turbulent years. In Cold Blood tells the story of a wealthy farm family called the Clutters, Herb, Bonnie, and their two children, murdered during an apparent robbery at night in their farmhouse in Kansas in 1959.
The story was so influential, such a cultural touchstone, that even decades after its release, people just couldn't help but see the parallels between the Clutters and the Stock families. They were both good people, successful farmers in the middle of America, attacked in their sleep, murdered in cold blood.

One line in particular, penned by Capote,

seemed fitting to describe what had happened to Wayne and Charmin's stock.

They shared a doom against which virtue was no defense.

Those days that followed the murders were dreadful ones for the three adult stock children. There was shock and grief and confusion and anger, the whole catalog of emotions.
They tried to keep busy. There were arrangements to make, a funeral to prepare.
It was apparent that the local Methodist church would be too small to accommodate all those who wanted to pay their respects, so it was decided they'd have the funeral in the Murdoch High School gym. It was the right thing to do.
The place was packed to the rafters. There were speeches lauding the stocks and everything about.
Daughter, Tammy. I call them pillars of the community.
There was over 2,000 people at the funeral, so. Wow.
Son, Steve. They filled the whole gymnasium and the floor and the stands and everything, so.
What was that like, that funeral? It was a little overwhelming. We were off in a separate area, kind of secluded, and then when it started, they walked us in, and it was just like, holy cow.
It was just packed with people. It was really overwhelming.
It was a great tribute. They were good people and loved by many.
Leading that huge crowd of mourners were, of course, the many members of the stock's large extended family, watched by a quiet, sharp-eyed contingent of people from the sheriff's office, detectives scanning the crowd. And not long after, they began to focus on one particular member of the family.
I have more than suspicions.

Oh, yes.

Families can be complicated with their secret feelings, their resentments, and private rages. I'm Keith Morrison, and this is Dateline's newest podcast, Murder in the Moonlight.
Episode 2. Keep Your Enemies Close.
First of all, the fellow investigators were keeping an eye on was not Andy Stock. In fact, the police cleared the Stock's youngest son, and it didn't take very long.

Andy's Easter weekend was entirely accounted for.

He couldn't have been the one.

So they returned the grief-stricken man to his family.

Now, the name of this man, this person of interest, was not stock at all, even though he was family.

His name was Matt Livers, and he was Wayne and Charmin's 28-year-old nephew. In fact, Matt attended the Easter dinner at the stock farmhouse a few hours before the murders.
But he wasn't there by virtue of being a family favorite. No.
In fact, Matt Livers was considered something of a black sheep, quite unlike the industrious stocks. Matt had bounced around from one dead-end job to another, never seeming to find his niche.
He never seemed that interested in having a niche. Instead, he lived with his grandmother, took advantage of her, in the opinion of the rest of the family.
Him and Dad kind of had a lot of falling outs about him staying with Grandma, and Dad didn't think he should be here, because he needed to find a job of his own and get out and put a little more effort into things, maybe, or something, so they kind of butted ahead just a little bit. Even so, Matt's Uncle Wayne had frequently gone out of his way to help the young man get going in life.
Not that it did much good. One time I was at work and dad called me and said, I want to know if he could stop by and see me.
So he did, and he had Matt with him. And he'd spent the whole day driving Matt around Lincoln, applying for jobs.
And I was like, you know, wow. And there's another guy there working with me when they left.
He's like, I don't know anybody that would do that. I don't know anybody that would take their nephew out and drive all over town, helping him find a job.
He goes, that's really cool that your dad would do that. Still, when family members learned that detectives were looking at Matt, well, they had opinions.
For one thing, they told police, he seemed a bit slow and different. But more to the point, some of them had noticed problems between Matt Livers and the Stalks.
They described heated disagreements, said Charmin disliked Matt. But, said the surviving Stalks, their parents didn't complain about him, not openly anyway.
In our family, they didn't bother us with the little things.

They never made anything into a big production.

No drama household.

No drama household.

Still, after the murders, well, everyone was a suspect.

And Matt was no different in that respect.

Again, the Stalks' son, Steve.

I think in my head, I went to it a little bit.

Thank you. suspect, and Matt was no different in that respect.
Again, the stock's son, Steve. I think in my head, I went to it a little bit, just knowing that they hadn't got along real well.
So, a few days after the murders, detectives visited Matt Liver's former employer, asked about his personality, asked about rumors that he had a temper. They assigned officers to keep watch on him.
They even went through his garbage. And then on April 25th, eight days after the murders, investigators asked Matt to come down to the station and answer some questions.
You're not being drugged in here. You were divided in here.
Right, right. You came here with your own free will.
Certainly, said Matt, happy to help. And he took a seat in the interrogation room.
The conversation was recorded. You're free to leave at any time.
Well, I'm here to cooperate with you, gentlemen. Okay.
He was, or seemed to be, courteous, deferential. He said, almost with a sense of childlike wonder, that he'd never been interviewed by police before.
Things proceeded from there. I'd like to know why, but who, when, where, and how, and why.
Of course, the investigators wanted to know where Matt Libras was when the murders happened. Who could vouch for him? And he told them that after the big family Easter dinner with the stocks, he drove to Lincoln, Nebraska, about a half an hour away, and tucked in with his girlfriend, Sarah.
Stayed there all night. Sarah could confirm it, he said.
Oh, and Sarah's young son and a roommate were there, too. Mind you, he told the investigators, he hadn't always been in his Uncle Wayne Stark's good books.
He knew he was not exactly a family favorite. And he and his uncle had, well, they had disagreed about a thing or two.
A tiff, Matt called it,

a minor thing. But this questioning session went on for quite some time.
Five hours, in fact. So naturally, a lot of those questions were asked again and again and again.
Just a different way

of putting it each time. Why so long? Well, there was a reason for that.

Matt seemed to know more than he was saying.

It seemed like he was hiding something.

So finally the detective asked him if he'd agree to take a polygraph.

And Matt said, yes, he would.

So they hooked him up.

And here he was getting and answering the big question.

Do you know the share of food costs that brought the wine folks now?

With that simple no, Matt Livers tried to put an end to it.

Surely those cops who'd been badgering him for all these hours, who didn't seem to believe him, would be convinced by the polygraph, right? It would prove he was telling the truth, Matt believed, and now he could finally get out of there and go home. And? Well, the police believed in the polygraph, yes, they did.
But not quite the way Matt was hoping for.

Because the polygrapher told Matt quite bluntly,

he failed.

Your subconscious body is telling the machine,

you cannot fool it.

I didn't have anything to do with this.

You did.

I did not.

You did.

I did not, Bill.

You did.

Oh, I did.

I'm sorry, you did. So they went back to the interview room, where the tone of the questions became quite pointed, accusing even.
I, like I said, I want to get my name out of this. I had nothing to do with this.
Again and again, Matt denied having anything to do with murdering Wayne and Charmin Stock. More than 100 times.
All I remember is sleeping in bed that night. I never did anything.
Gosh. I mean, my goodness.
But the more he said it, and the more insistent he was... Guys, I had nothing to do with this.
Let's just get this out of the open, okay? The more sure the detectives were that Matt was lying, they were quite certain, in fact. We've had so many people sitting in that chair, okay, that think that they're smarter than us and you're not.
No. Okay? I'm not dumb as a brick.
No, you're not dumb as a brick, okay? You made a mistake. You f***ed up.
You did. You f***ed up and now you've got to pay for it.
Why were investigators in Nebraska so convinced Matt Blyvers was lying? Well, in addition to the polygraph, there was a state profiler who suggested that this was the kind of crime committed by young males who knew their victims.

And add to that, said the profiler,

this was the sort of crime that appeared to be very personal.

Two executions.

A crime very likely driven by intense personal emotion toward the victims.

Feelings like jealousy, anger, revenge.

Oh, and finally there was this.

The Starks lived in the middle of nowhere,

and it made sense that a family member would know exactly where to find them.

But a stranger?

A stranger would have no idea.

If those factors were bells, Matt Livers rang more bells in a royal wedding, loudly. And in that interview room, detectives were losing patience.
You're a religious man? And what's God gonna say? Huh? Eventually, they got quite explicit, telling Matt that he was headed for death row,

unless he would start giving them what they knew to be true.

I'm telling you right now, I'm going to do everything I can.

If I walk out that door right now, and you don't cop to this,

you don't admit to me exactly what you've done,

I'm going to walk out that door and I'm going to do my little best to hang your ass from the high street. You're done.
I'll go after the death penalty. I'll push, I'll push, and I'll push until I get everything I need to make sure you go down hard for this.
This is your one shot. Look at the olive branch out right now and attempt to help you, okay? Let your chair gas lethal injection.
That's what kind of case this is.

And it was that technique that finally produced the desired effect.

Rough, perhaps, yes.

But Matt Livers admitted it.

As if his denial was too heavy a load to carry.

It happened rather suddenly.

Here. You got rather suddenly.
Here.

You got a gun.

Right or not?

Right.

Among the traits of a good detective

is persistence.

And it is prized.

Because once the door is opened,

things spill out.

And spill out they did. Six hours.
Enough time to cook an 18-pound turkey

or watch two professional football games.

And six hours was enough time,

in the face of intense questioning by the detectives,

for Matt Livers to finally break

and begin to admit his involvement

in the murders of his aunt and uncle,

Wayne and Charmin Stock.

You got a gun. Right or not? Right.
And you took that gun back to your uncle Wayne and Aunt Charmin's house, right? Right or not? Come on, man. Right.
Now that the cat was out of the bag, Matt began filling in more of the blanks, the awful specifics of how he killed them, for one thing. Put the gun to her face and blew it away.
Okay. And then as I headed out, I just stuck it to him and blew him away.
I was already fired up and, you know, had a, yes, I had a grudge to settle, I guess. And then a bonus.
Remember that blood spatter and the void on the wall behind? That was clear evidence that a second killer was involved. And Matt Livers filled in the blank.
You weren't one that night. Is that right or wrong? Right.
There was somebody else with you, wasn't there? Yeah. And who was that second person? Well, Matt was beyond denial now, beyond hesitation.
He simply offered the name, gave it up without protest. Who was with you that night? Nick Sampson.
Nick Sampson? He was a 21-year-old cousin on another branch of that big family tree. And that is how the interview ended.
They cuffed Matt then, led him off to the county jail, and they sent someone to pick up Nick Sampson. And they charged them both with murder.
It was late in the evening when Andy Stock answered his phone and heard the news from one of the detectives. Andy called his sister, Tammy.
It was about 1230 at night. He says, Tam, I need you to be awake.
Are you awake? And I said, yeah. And he says, are you sure? And I said, yes, I'm awake.
What's going on? And he said, they arrested Matt and Nick. And I said, Matt, Nick, who? And he said, our cousin Matt and Nick Sampson.

And thus, yet another emotion was added to Tammy's grief.

My husband had given me the phone and I was sitting up in bed and I said, should I be shaking?

And he said, that's normal, the shock.

But Matt Livers had been with them at Easter dinner.

And then just a few hours later, according to him, he returned with Nick Sampson in tow to kill his aunt and uncle? Her parents? Tammy tried to focus. Things needed doing.
Our first reaction was his grandma. Somebody needs to tell our grandma.
She had just lost her only son, and her grandson is being arrested for this. And we thought, what 80-year-old has to go through this? And pretty much we were up at dawn, and we called the pastor and said, you need to meet us because we need to tell Grandma, and we don't know how to do it.

And so we went over and talked to Grandma that next day and told her.

And just like us, she's like, I don't understand.

And I said, Grandma, none of us understand any of this.

Tammy's brother, Steve.

Did it give you any sense of, well, at least somebody has been,

has found responsible to make it feel any better? I think there was, I had quite a bit of that. I was like, well, at least we're moving on to the next phase of this.
We're not going to wander for the rest of our lives. So I was relieved, I guess, to know that they had somebody.
And just who was the accomplice, Nick Sampson? Just an ordinary guy, the investigators figured. Unlike Matt, he had a job, two jobs, in fact By day, he reconditioned propane gas cylinders.
Evenings, he was a cook at Bulldog's Bar in Murdoch. Anyway, once he was printed and processed, they sat him down in an interview room and they asked him straight out.
Why did he think they were talking to him? I think they think that I'm involved with the murderers.

But Nick Sampson was not like Matt Livers.

While Matt initially denied any involvement before changing his story and confessing,

Nick stuck with one story and one story only.

It does have absolutely nothing to do with this.

During three hours of questioning, Nick denied everything. What I need from you is absolute honesty.
I am being good on how my mother sent honors. Then one of the detectives employed a frequently used and often successful technique, the what-if question.
If something's left in that house, okay, with your DNA and or your prints, how are you going to explain how it got there? I'm not, because I don't think you have my DNA for anywhere near that house, because I've never been in that house. Never, ever, once in my entire life have I ever been inside their house.

Then, like Matt, Nick agreed. In fact, he volunteered to take a polygraph.

I have absolutely nothing to do with this. But again, the result wasn't quite what Nick was obviously hoping for.
The Polygrapher and he denied being at Wayne Stark's home when Wayne was shot. Just as he had done with Matt Libers,

the polygrapher told Nick his own subconscious body

had done the confessing for him.

Your body's telling me that you were there.

All the information that's come in through the law enforcement

is showing you were there.

Your body, you have no way of controlling that. Your body is telling me you were there.
But I know it wasn't. Polygraph results in hand, the detectives went back at it.
Hard this time. We were at the house when he was killed.
We were on a note. Your telling the other way.
So we need to get past that, what's going on there. I honestly was not at this house when they were killed.
But the investigators did not believe Nick Sampson. After all, Matt Livers had already told them Nick was there.
It was behind the whole thing, actually.

Matt said they planned it all out

in the two days or so before the murder.

They talked it through on their cell phones.

So, said the detectives,

they knew Nick Sampson was lying.

Just like the polygrapher said.

You were there when he was shot.

Nobody told me that. I was not there.
Believe me, it's the machine. I have to go with my charts.
All the years I've been doing that, the charts have been right on. I wasn't there.
I swear to God's truth. I was not there.
I was nowhere around Murdoch. I want you to understand how the system works.
I do understand. I'm getting framed for something I didn't even do.
But was he? Because the test results from all that physical evidence at the murder scene were beginning to come back. As was the background check on Nick Sampson.

Sampson, all of 21 years old at the time, had a problem with marijuana as a teenager. He had done two separate stints in boys' homes.
And while he denied being a marijuana user anymore, remember, investigators had found that marijuana pipe at the scene of the crime. Then, when detectives visited Nick's grandfather in Murdoch,

the old man told them that a month before the murders, Nick had borrowed a 12-gauge shotgun from him. That's the same gauge weapon that was used in the murders.
Then investigators executed a search warrant at Sampson's home, And among the items seized from under the bed, that very 12-gauge shotgun borrowed from his grandfather. And a pair of blue jeans, which were examined by CSI Chief David Kofod's team.
Remember, Kofod was the big city CSI guy from Omaha who had been brought in to help.

We had a pair of pants.

It looked like blood on them.

We had tested that, and that was positive.

Now, that was the real smoking gun.

I mean, you've got him.

And there was even more, more evidence.

Remember that car apparently seen by the newspaper carrier?

Parked just a mile from the farmhouse on the night of the murders.

The one described as tan or light brown, a sedan, that later passed the newspaper carrier going pretty fast, 60 or 70 miles an hour on a gravel road. Well, detectives found it.
A 1997 Ford Contour owned, believe it or not, by Nick Sampson's brother. And the car had been cleaned, detailed actually, at 5.30 Easter Monday morning, which was just a few hours after Wayne and Charmin Stock were gunned to death.
Who details the car at 5.30 in the morning? That's exactly why the detectives thought it was pretty suspicious. So the CSI team searched the car and found nothing.
But then CSI chief, Kofod, got a call from one of the lead investigators. When Matt confessed, he said they threw the shotgun in the backseat of the Ford Contour.
And he said, maybe you can find some, you know, trance for evidence there. Maybe just take another look at it, you know.
And I said, well, maybe we missed it. So they examined the car again.
And Kofot himself, using sterile filter paper, wiped the interior surfaces of the car. And just below the steering wheel, on the dashboard, he found it, a stain, and it looked like blood.
And I just took it along that edge and wiped it, because I figured that way I wouldn't miss anything, and it reacted. So you got a hit, though.
I got a presumptive positive, yes. And before long, tests confirmed that what the CSI chief found under the dashboard was indeed blood.
The blood of Wayne Stock, the victim. And the only way anyone could figure out how it got there was via Matt Livers and Nick Sampson.
So there it was. Persistence had paid off.
With a confession and some real physical evidence to back it up, the murders of Wayne and Charmin Stock had been solved. So it certainly seemed, and of course around the sheriff's office they felt pretty good about that.
Certainty set in. They'd bet their careers on it now.
And the whole apparatus of the law began to relax a little. Except, except for the one who found, stumbled on it really, and overlooked little curiosity everyone else missed somehow.
It was a ring, a gold ring, just lying there in the farmhouse, quite unobtrusively.

In a place it had no business meaning.

And no one seemed to have any idea who the thing belonged to.

Such a mystery.

Coming up in future episodes of Murder in the Moonlight.

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