could someone else be the real killer? i m wondering what was this man capable of? so much tragedy and so much heartbreak. it was very emotional for me. we just kept waiting for them to figure out they had it wrong. reporter: it was the second of july, 2008, early evening in a fine old town called prescott, arizona. sun going down, air cooling down to a fine evening warm. here at the town s historic rodeo grounds, refugees from the summer heat in phoenix, 2 hours and 25 degrees away settled into the stands to enjoy the annual exploits of the cowboys. at the very same time, a few miles away on the edge of town, a woman named carol kennedy
could someone else be the real killer? i m wondering what was this man capable of? so much tragedy and so much heartbreak. it was very emotional for me. we just kept waiting for them to figure out they had it wrong. reporter: it was the second of reporter: it was the second of july, 2008, early evening in a fine old town called prescott, arizona. sun going down, air cooling down to a fine evening warm. here at the town s historic rodeo grounds, refugees from the summer heat in phoenix, 2 hours and 25 degrees away settled into the stands to enjoy the annual exploits of the cowboys. at the very same time, a few miles away on the edge of town, a woman named carol kennedy jogged along a well worn path at
at the very same time, a few miles away on the edge of town, a woman named carol kennedy jogged along a well worn path at the base of granite mountain. sometime after 7, she turned in at her big back yard here on a street called bridle path. trotted past the stone labyrinth she d laid out here years earlier to mark the turn of the millennium, and arrived at the back door of the house she intended to inhabit for the rest of her natural days. but of course, carol kennedy had no idea that this was going to be her last day. and, no, it would not be natural at all. that is the biggest loss of my life to this day. it s profound. it s piercing. it s constant. reporter: carol kennedy was in, as they say, a good place in her life. this is her friend katherine morris. carol was the epitome of
summer heat in phoenix, 2 hours and 25 degrees away settled into the stands to enjoy the annual exploits of the cowboys. at the very same time, a few miles away on the edge of town, a woman named carol kennedy jogged along a well worn path at the base of granite mountain. sometime after 7, she turned in at her big back yard here on a street called bridle path. trotted past the stone labyrinth she d laid out here years earlier to mark the turn of the millennium, and arrived at the back door of the house she