i m driving down to the hospital, and i make a comment to my daughter. i go, you know, autumn, as hard as it is that we lost heidy, we re going to have to be supporting conrad because he must be overwhelmed with grief. reporter: conrad s sister colette was thinking the same thing as she raced to the hospital. what kind of condition was your brother in then? he was just a total wreck, just absolutely hysterical. didn t know how it could have happened. reporter: no one did. but back at the truman home, sergeant crook had started analyzing the evidence and was already developing a theory. i thought, oh, man, there s something going on here. reporter: you got a feeling? i got a feeling, yes. it wasn t just me. everybody was kind of looking around like there s something wrong here. we need a detective. coming up was it an accident? suicide? we don t see a lot of women who commit suicide naked. or something else?
utah state prison marking time, his sister colette searched endlessly for ways to get him out. was there a time when you or anybody else in your family thought maybe we don t know him as well as we thought we did? no. reporter: he couldn t have killed her? not possible. reporter: so much about conrad truman s trial bothered his sister colette. but one detail in particular kept gnawing at her. it had to do with the diagrams used by the state depicting the area where heidy s body was found. i remember thinking, well, that s strange. that s that couldn t be right. reporter: post-verdict, colette shared her concerns with conrad s new attorneys, mark moffat and ann taliaferro. they decided to visit the truman home to see for themselves if the state s diagrams were accurate. we later made that same trip with moffat who showed us what they discovered.
detective wallace powered over conrad s statements to police about what happened that night. as wallace saw it, conrad s story went like this conrad was in the kitchen. heidi was in the bathroom. at some point conrad heard a pop. when he heard, he saw heidi standing somewhere between the kitchen and the bathroom hallway bleeding. and he either runs over to catch her or she falls down. wallace then went back to the truman home making detailed measurements of the kitchen and surrounding rooms, he wanted to see if conrad s story checked out. his conclusion, it did not. her body is at the top of the staircase. it doesn t add up she would have traveled the distance he s saying she would have gone and fallen at that location. it was hard for wallace to believe heidi could have traveled from the bathroom to the top of the stairs after sustaining such a severe head wound. she would have fallen immediately to the ground. wallace shares his findings with assistant district attorney
saved. it was pain. it was misery. it was why? how? in a neighboring town, heidi s mother, janet, would soon agonize over those very same questions. it was after midnight when two police officers came to her door. what must that be like? the most horrifying scene ever and i would never want anybody to have to feel that and that pain that agony of knowing that your daughter for whatever reason is dead, is gone. the officers wouldn t give janet any details. only where her daughter had been taken. i m driving down to the hospital and i make a comment to my daughter. i go, you know, autumn, as hard as it is that we lost heidi, we re going to have to be supporting conrad because he must be overwhelmed with grief. conrad s sister colette was thinking the same thing as she raced to the hospital. what kind of condition was your brother in then? he was just a total wreck, just absolutely hysterical, didn t know how it could have happened. no one did. but book at the truman hom
something was wrong at the truman house. she came out of the shower, and i heard a pop. and there s there s blood. i have officers and paramedics on the way, okay. the 911 call came into the orem police department at about 11:00 p.m. that september fight. we got a call of a gunshot wound or some sort of injury. sergeant bill crook went to the truman home. so we all rushed to our cars and headed to that direction with lights and sirens. on the other end of the phone was conrad, kneeling on the kitchen floor, covered by blood and consumed by panic. it was devastating.