a teenager, home alone in the night of terror. i would just stare out the window and try and figure out how scared she must of been. on her body, like a signature, a handprint in blood. it was a crime of passion. there s a lot of anger involved in this. but how long? because that handprint doesn t belong to the man police put in prison. the anger just surged through me. now, a mother turns detective. her words to me were, i just want to know what happened to my daughter. join in as she hunts for the killer and searches for the truth. i wanted to put my fist through the tv. it still brings the hair up the back of my neck. hello, and welcome to dateline. a confession can wake up murder investigation wide open. soon after 19 angie was found stabbed, a local named christopher tapp admitted he was one of her killers. police reported every grisly detail that convinced that they had cracked the case. but years later, there was someone else who thought those t
a teenager, home alone in a night of terror. i would stare out the window and try to figure out how scared she must have been. on her body, like a signature, a handprint in blood. it was a crime of passion. there s a lot of anger involved in this. but how long? because that handprint doesn t belong to the man police put in prison. the anger just surged through me. now, a mother turns detective. her words to me were, i just want to know what happened to my daughter. join in as she hunts for the killer and searches for the truth. i wanted to put my fist through the tv. it still brings the hair up the back of my neck. hello, and welcome to dateline. a confession can wake up murder investigation wide open. soon after 19 angie was found stabbed, a local named christopher tapp admitted he was one of her killers. police reported every grisly detail that convinced that they had cracked the case. but years later, there was someone else who thought those tapes m
have alibis to. so they turn to the physical evidence, like this bloody handprint on angie s stomach. must have been left after she was dead, they figured. when her killer did something quite beyond sick. pulled on her pants, pulled up her shirt, left a deposit of semen on her body, his mark, and his dna. there s a lot of anger, a lot of humiliation involved in this. and frustration for the cops because that dna didn t match any of their possible suspects. month after month, they chased leads into disappointing dead ends, and all the while, carol dodge hunted the investigation, does preferring formation, begging them, find the killer. i drove to the police department every day that they were open. and then one day, seven months later, dead of winter, january 1987, in nevada, they broke the case wide open.
new friends was jessica martinez. back then carol worried a lot about those friends. didn t know that they, like angie, had big plans. she wanted to go to college and be the best person she could be. then suddenly, in this little apartment, her life was over. and carol stricken and dazed endured a murder investigation. we clearly thought that there was some sort of relationship there, it was a crime of passion. her other friends seem to have alibis to. so they turn to the physical evidence, like this bloody handprint on angie s stomach. must have been left after she was dead, they figured. when her killer did something quite beyond sick. pulled on her pants, pulled up