Thomas called emergency services, which sent someone to check on Nunez, who told the officer that he’d had “a moment of weakness” but was now O. However, he still hadn’t admitted sending the Samantha texts, and, when he heard that Thomas might hire a detective to investigate, he committed a final act of lunacy. Nunez told me that he went to bed halfway through the game and didn’t learn of Thomas’s death until late the next morning.
The prosecution’s suggestion was that he was waiting for Thomas outside the gym with a cup of poisoned coffee.
By then, Nunez, having spent forty-one days in the county jail, was out on bail, and I called for an appointment. His office, in Kingston, which neighbors Ulster, was subdued.
His son, who worked at the reception desk, looked depressed.
He’d apparently told people that he was authorized to implant tracking devices in patients’ teeth.
Kolman, who was forty-four, often stopped at the gym on his way to work.
Later that morning, after he failed to show up at the office, his wife, Linda, found his body in the driver’s seat of his car. officer as part of a scheme to prod her to abandon her husband.
Four years afterward, Nunez was charged with murder. When she ended the affair, Nunez threatened suicide. On the morning of Thomas’s death, Nunez met him at the gym.
Later, she made an unnerving analogy: each detail was “like a strand in a rope,” and each strand made “the rope stronger.”I liked Nunez, and wanted to believe that he was innocent, but I expected to be persuaded otherwise.
There was one significant detail in his account that I hadn’t heard before: Thomas’s body was found reclined far back in his seat, with his belt and pants undone and his zipper down.
“They will try to say I was having a gay affair with him,” Nunez predicted. You will see.”” So began the opening statement of Maryellen Albanese, the prosecutor.
Speaking in accented English—Nunez was born in the Dominican Republic—he told me his version of the story. D.s featured photographs of Rowan Atkinson, making his Mr. Instead, Nunez went to Thomas’s office himself, dropped to his knees, admitted that he’d sent the texts, and begged for forgiveness.
When he went on trial, a few weeks later, almost every detail of his account was corroborated. Thomas was a physical therapist, Linda a hospital administrator. Nunez showed me on his computer where he had bought the badge: a Web site selling novelty I. Bean face.)The details are disputed after this point, but all sides acknowledge that the I. One would think that all this drama would have cooled relations between the Kolmans and Nunez.