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A year after Martha Moxley's murder, Greenwich Detective Jim Lunney and Captain Thomas Keegan, along with another detective named Steve Carroll, took a road trip, a very illuminating one, to the Boston suburb of Belmont, Massachusetts. For several months, they'd been chasing down a hunch about a new suspect in the case of which had now led them three hours north to the living room of Sue Weeks, an attractive woman in her late 20s. Weeks was at first reluctant to share the story the detectives wanted to hear. She explained it wasn't really her story to tell, but after some coaxing, she turned over the name of a girlfriend who'd been a guest at the Weeks family cottage in Nantucket that past summer. Donna Unger Detectives speedily made their way to nearby Lexington, where Donna Unger shared a terrifying story with the police for the first time. One night in July, she told them she and Sue Weeks ventured out for girls night cocktails at a local Nantucket watering hole. There they bumped into a strapping guy with longish hair. Sue knew him a bit. He'd gone to a fancy private boys school with her brother in law. The man joined them at their table. They chatted. He knew the Weeks cottage well from visiting her brother in law, he said, and appeared curious about finding out in which room Donna was bunking. He drank a lot more than the women did, and the more beers he pounded, the louder and more obnoxious he got and the less comfortable the women felt. At midnight, sue and Donna said goodbye and headed back to the Weeks house. Once there, Donna climbed into bed and went to sleep. I'll let the police report take over from here. Quote she was awakened at 4am by the feeling that someone was on top of her. The intruder had no clothes on and he was kissing her about the face, neck, chest and belly. At this time, she pushed him away from her and stated to him, what are you doing here? He replied, shh, you'll enjoy it. She exited the bed and again told him to get out. He just sat on the bed. She then entered a bathroom for the purpose of getting away from him and also hoping he would dress and leave. When she exited the bathroom, he was still sitting on the bed, naked. She told him if he didn't get dressed and leave, she would get Mrs. Weeks. At this time, he got dressed and exited the front door of the house. Upon checking, she discovered he had removed a screen and opened an unlocked window to gain entry into her room. Why, investigators wondered, were they the first cops to be hearing her story? Donna explained that because the man hadn't ripped her clothes off or attempted to rape her, she opted not to call the cops. At the time, she seemed to be unsure if she'd been the victim of any actual crime. The identity of that naked 4am intruder, Kenneth Littleton, a science teacher and assistant football coach at Greenwich's Brunswick School and, as you'll recall, the tutor for the Skakel kids, whose first night sleeping at their house was October 30, 1975. That 4:00am Visit to the Weeks house perhaps only the tip of the iceberg of the hijinks Ken got up to in Nantucket the summer of 1976, and just one of the many reasons cops started to believe this strapping, erratic educator was the psychopath who murdered Martha Moxley. From NBC News studios and highly replaceable productions, this is dead certain the Martha Moxley murder. Ken Littleton's life once looked incredibly promising. However, by the time he landed in the employ of Rush Skakel Sr. In 1975 at 23 as a tutor and chaperone for the sick Skakel kids still living at home, he felt like he'd already blown it. Ken grew up working class, but from an early age traveled in wealthy milieu's. His father, Wayne, originally from Tennessee, worked as a repairman for the phone company and in the meat department of groceries. During World War II, while serving on a destroyer, Wayne got a boil on his buttocks that got so infected he had to be shipped to Boston to have it lanced. In Boston, he met Ken's mother, Maria, a first generation Italian American. According to Ken, she was depressive and verbally abusive and he Only remembers his parents hating one another. The fact that instead of meeting cute, they met, well, gross, owing to his father's infected boil, had a special resonance for their only son. Symbolizing the toxicity of his parents relationship. Ken was smart and athletic and got a scholarship to the local Belmont Hill School, an elite private prep school. There he was a model student and captain of the football team. But surrounded by wealthy kids, he developed a chip on his shoulder about class. They drove sports cars. He rode the bus. Impressively, Ken got into Williams in Massachusetts, often considered the liberal arts alternative to an Ivy League university. He decided to do pre med in hopes of becoming a pediatric surgeon. But athletics and partying got in the way with C's and D's. He washed out of the pre med program, a source of endless shame and ridicule from his mother. This is Ken talking about his mother with a forensic psychiatrist years later. Was she the type person who would be so critical as to say things that were strikingly accusatory?
