who wanted to document their uniquely american experience. and their video, there is no sign of a springfield armory 9 millimeter. i lost stuff constantly. it was a bone of contention between christopher and i. reporter: while the prosecution scoffed at bianca s lost gun story, her loft friends did not. if you knew sweet bianca, she accidentally threw her gorgeous wedding ring away. we had to dig it out of the garbage. i was standing there. she can be an absent-minded dingbat. reporter: but remember the day police searched the loft? they took apart my toaster. reporter: she was focused like a laser that day, said bianca, watching intently, she said, as an officer looked in the empty 9 millimeter gun case. i was sitting beside her. reporter: no test fired shell casing, she said. i don t mean to sound cynical, but i know it wasn t there. reporter: only possible conclusion, said bianca, it was her accusation, the sandy police
turned over to josh player then the district attorney seemed very clear. the evidence was exceptionally strong in this case. it all kept pointing in the direction of mr. wright. there was the surveillance photo, the voice message which was placed from a spot near the loft according to cell tower tracking and the eyewitness. he d been shown a photo lineup with chris in it and now he remembered some details a little differently than he had that first traumatic day. like chris blue eyes in the photo he said jarred something in his mind. i was 80% to 90% certain that this was the man i saw. then he found a picture of chris on the web and tried photo shopping in a few details like a wig. i looked at that and said, yeah, that looks almost exactly like what i saw. reinforcing a memory. but was the memory accurate? as for the rest of the case, the investigation wasn t over yet. the story just begun. the first puzzle pieces placed
direction? here s keith morrison. 7:00 a.m. november 15th, 2007. dawn in salt lake city, utah. he pulled into the restaurant parking lot, turned off his engine. sky beginning to brighten, sun not quite up. and then there they were. the voices. the terror. the nightmare beginning. immediately ducked down in my car after the first shot was fired. i laid there thinking, okay, this is how it s going to end for me. you re going to be dead. yep. 911, what is your emergency? somebody just shot a man, laying dead in front of the village inn. it stands in stark contrast to the rest of salt lake city. this old chocolate factory. this grand stage for our story. it was converted to loft apartments in the boom years before the bust, and the style of living and location drew a distinct crowd, outliers of a
my neighbor, he lives two floors below. his good friend and husband of the irreplaceable bianca. this is definitely somebody we want to talk to. carriger arrived unannounced and almost before he could ask a question, he said, chris launched into a story about ken dolezar, claimed the man was so paranoid he wanted the man to buy a prepaid cell phone so he could communicate in complete privacy. to carriger the story seemed too reversed. covering, trying to account for things we knew. i see. odd. then as the interview went on, he said chris voice began to sound familiar. the voicemail that police believed helped lure ken to his death. hey, ken, this is robert. to me, that was chris voice on that phone. the detectives pulled out a search warrant. bianca was home when the police
welcome back. reporter: 7:00 a.m., november 15th, 2007. dawn in salt lake city, utah. he pulled into the restaurant parking lot, turned off his engine. the sky beginning to brighten, sun not quite up. 911. what is your emergency? somebody just shot a man lying dead in front of the village inn. reporter: it stands in stark contrast to much of the rest of salt lake city, this old chocolate factory, this grand stage for our story. it was converted to loft apartments in those boom years before the bust. and the style of living and location drew a distinct crowd. outliers of a sort, iconoclasts to the mormon city. i loved this building. the victim was shot five times. the fifth shot was done while the shooter was standing over top of him and shot him in the face. reporter: yeah. oh. the shooter was making sure he was dead before he left. reporter: cold, methodical, like a professional hit. yet amazingly, somebody was sitting in a car maybe six feet away, watched the whole th