Trouble in Paradise, Part 4

>>> sunday mornings on ambergris caye creep over the eastern horizon . respectful deference to those still sleeping off saturday night, but that's not how sunday arrived at shane mccann's house on sunday 11, 2012 .

>> my phone started ringing at 6:45, sunday morning, the first three phone calls , i didn't answer. the fourth phone call finally gets me out of bed, you know. who's calling me sunday morning? on the other end of the line is greg faull's caretaker.

>> there's something wrong with greg , i think he's dead.

>> we're thinking heart attack.

>> shane raced over to shaen's house while his wife began alerting other ex-pats on the island and there was her husband with a small group of neighbors standing as if frozen in horror at the top of the stairs.

>> everyone was crying. everyone was crying. it was the worst thing that anyone's seen ever.

>> inside the house greg faull was lying face up, a puddle of blood pooled beneath his head.

>> he was in the same clothes he wore to our house for dinner.

>> same clothes. keys were still on the door and you almost don't believe what you're seeing.

>> there was blood all over the floor.

>> it didn't look natural. it looked like someone laid him there.

>> the oddest detail as shane recalled was the position of greg faull's t-shirt.

>> it was pulled over like a hockey move when you pull the center up like that and it was all of the way behind his neck and his shirt was still on.

>> as he stood looking at his friend's corpse he was struck that in spite of the obvious violence there seemed to be no sign of a robbery or any struggle anywhere in the house.

>> nothing was turned over in the house, just found it very odd that someone could subdue somebody like greg , a guy that can go out 50 feet for a conk, ex-military. how can you just subdue somebody like that.

>> when the police arrive they quickly determined greg faull had been shot once in the back of the head execution style.

>> the dreadful news spread quickly among the american ex-pats living on this part of the island.

>> that morning with the police , i stood there and a friend and i said to them we don't want to disturb anything, but we have to make sure the birds are safe. one of them was out walking around and as soon as we were able to we need to move them somewhere.

>> the police seemed to see the wisdom of that. so they let jeff take a visibly distressed mo along with the other birds up to the rojo lounge. still, it wasn't long before the police began to wonder if the murder of greg faull had something to do with dogs. john mcafee 's dogs. everyone knew how much faull hated those dogs, but had he really poisoned them? probably a good idea, the police decided to have a talk with john mcafee and ask him a few things like, for example, where was he on the night of the murder?

>> we're looking at neighbors. we're looking at people in the vicinity and hence, mcafee came up because he lives just -- almost next door.

>> there are some connections there, yeah.

>> but said police spokesman rafael martinez , though they had a good look on the back of the beach estate on ambergris caye they came up empty. john mcafee was, quite abruptly, gone.

>> he was not there and in the process of searching for him they found firearms and of course, his bodyguard and the bodyguard's wife was there.

>> and the bodyguard and his wife had unlicensed firearmed.

>> they had unlicensed firearms.

>> and thus were arrested.

>> and thus were arrested.

>> that bodyguard was william mulligan , the one who found the poisoned dogs. according to mulligan he was told his wife would be jailed and his daughter taken away if he did not cooperate with the police .

>> so they started turning questions at me, trying to make out that i was a hired gun for john because of my military background and trying to force on me that i know something about the murder. i didn't know anything about the murder.

>> mcafee was named a primary suspect and declared a fugitive by the head of of the gang suppression unit, a paramilitary team that focuses on organized crime. the news exploded in the internet. the story of an eccentric millionaire is like catnip.

>> the millionaire is now a fugitive.

>> before greg faull's death could make the morning papers, his murder was eclipsed by the irresistible power of a celebrity man hunt.

>>> coming up --

>> right now i am holed up in a place where the mattress here has lice.

>> where was he? sure, the world could hear him, but could anyone find him?

>> he dug a hole in the sand like a dog and buried himself.

>> when "dateline" continues. [ male