jessica martinez. we wanted to be accepted, not for what we looked like, but for who we were. carol worried about those new friends, didn t know they, like angie, had big plans. she wanted to go to college and just be the best person that she could be. now suddenly this little angie s life was over. and carol grief stricken and dazed endured a murder investigation. we clearly thought there was some sort of relationship there because it was a crime of passion. gerald and ken brown were back then detectives in the idaho falls p.d. angie s boyfriend was out of town. other friends seemed to have alibis, too. they turned to this physical evidence, this bloody imprint. when her killer did something that was quite beyond sick, pulled down her pants, pulled up her shirt, left a deposit of
or even a second one, but just one. what are the chances that a story could remain a secret for that many years if three people were involved? secrets can be kept, but science reveals the secrets. someone went in and committed a typical violent rape/murder and left typical evidence. there is no other person there by dna. where is he? where indeed? and carol dodge is still tortured, still pondering that last message from her angie, that she had done something stupid. sounds to me like you believe she crossed or double crossed somebody who was very dangerous. she cross the line and didn t have any clue of what she had gotten herself into. and neither did she, carol admits. when she sat out on a quest to find a killer, not finished, not yet.
the amazing story she would tell us tonight began on the worst day of her life. it was a thursday, june 13th, 1996, mid-morning. she placed a call to a beauty salon to talk to her daughter, angie. i dialed angie s number at work and a lady answered. i said, this is carol dodge, angie s mom. she said, angie has been found dead. just over the phone. i remember saying, god, no, please no. this can t be real. happened, it turned out, the night before in the tiny second floor walkup where the independent 18-year-old had just started to build her life. stabbed to death, her throat cut and carol was haunted by a conversation she had with angie that very week. that s what she said to me, mom, i ve done something really stupid. did you say to her what did you do? no, i didn t want to pry. what could it have been that something stupid? did it lead to murder?
but was it a real confession? carol asked for and got a complete set of tapp s video tape confessions. and what she saw amazed her. by this time, of course, she knew so much more than she had a decade before, knew, for example, that then detective jared furhiman who ran the interviews had been a school resource officer, well known to a young chris tapp. i trust you and hopefully you trust me, okay? furhiman kept telling chris, just trust me, chris. you have to trust me. we go way back, chris. and i think that he was taught to respect adults and he was a follower. she watched as chris insisted he knew nothing and then she saw detectives, as they re trained to do, subtly make tapp a
participant. hypothetically, chris, how do you think it happened? i remember chris saying, you mean like a tv show? next she saw police administering polygraph after polygraph, almost always with the same result. they would tell him he s deceptive. when tapp was promised immunity, his story about ben hobbs changed. he got a knife. and he just started to cut her. but perhaps what troubled carol most was seeing how confused tapp was, even ten days after his first interviews, he still seemed not to know what house angie lived in. did she live on the corner? police, carol noticed, kept correcting him. for a guy who taken part in a murder, he seemed not to know much about the layout of angie s apartment. why don t you try to draw it out.