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On Tuesday, August 3, 1999, 14-year-old identical twin brothers Donell and Ronell Williams break into a house in Wyandotte County, Kansas City, Kansas. They steal numerous items, including a handgun and ammunition. Later that day, the brothers are wandering their neighborhood aimlessly with the stolen pistol and live rounds in their possession. By chance, Ronell and Donell spot 79-year-old Wilbur John Williams (no relation) walking toward his mailbox. Shortly after, Ronell holds Wilbur and his wife, 73-year-old Wilma Faye Williams, at gunpoint in their own home while Donell steals their valuables. Afterward, as Donell readies the getaway car, Ronell shoots and kills both Wilbur and Wilma. He leaves as the elderly couple lay dying. Then, corruption in the Kansas City Police Department brings up questions. In episode 277, Jac and Alexis detail the atrocities caused by two teens’ unthinkable decisions and the far-reaching impact their crimes continue to have on the lives of others.
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