angie. the trail went cold for more than two decades. but she was sure she knew who the killer was, even got a private detective license to help prove it. i said, i m a private investigator, and i need you to tell me where is the evidence, all of that. it wasn t well received at all. finally, the break they needed. we got the match. leading to one of the greatest twists of all time. it could not have shocked me more.? hello and welcome to dateline. when angie samota walked into a room, people noticed. pretty, vivacious, and outgoing. the college student had her choice of dates. then late one friday night, angie was murdered. a crucial clue pointed to one man, but in this case, nothing was as it seemed. it would take decades, and a tenacious friend who uncover the truth. here s josh mankiewicz with in the middle of the night. it was a saturday morning in 1948 when sheila wysocki s phone rang. it was a girlfriend, and she said there s been an accident.
here s, anything? no. but did one man have a motive? he steals $300,000 and is about to be exposed. a set without proof, how could anyone convince a jury? so, you don t think they had any evidence against you at all? can they give any names. anything? could anyone solve the mystery? we the jury find the defendant david martin hawk hello and welcome to dateline. when someone goes missing, one of the hardest things for those left behind is not knowing the truth. was a voluntary or foul play? that three children in this story arrived home one evening to discover their mother was missing. but for them, the truth about what really happened may have been the hardest thing of all. here s keith morrison. the key was waiting for them under the math that evening in june, 2006, outside their mothers homes. has silence, in the one home. where was she? she was always on time to pick them up from their dad s place. but tonight, he had to drive them. this just wasn t
than two decades. but she was sure she knew who the killer was, even got a private detective license to help prove it. i said, i m a private investigator, and i need you to tell me where is the evidence, all of that. it wasn t well received at all. finally, the break they needed. we got the match. leading to one of the greatest twists of all time. it could not have shocked me more. hello. and welcome to dateline. when angie samota walked into a room, people noticed. pretty, vivacious, and outgoing. the college student had her choice of dates. then late one friday night, angie was murdered. a crucial clue pointed to one man, but in this case, nothing was as it seemed. it would take decades, and a tenacious friend who uncover the truth. here s josh with in the middle of the night. reporter: it was a saturday night in 1948 when sheila wysocki s phone rang. it was a girlfriend, and she said there s been an accident. reporter: an accident involving sheila
it s hard to imagine that anybody would be capable of something like that. police started with the men in her life. was one of them behind her death? everybody was a suspect. the estranged husband you know you are a person of interest? the ex. the brand-new boyfriend. somebody knew that we were seeing each other and didn t like it. and the unbelievable thing that, they were all there in the morning of the murder. so who did it? my stomach was in my throat. all of us were little taken aback. it was really hard for my brain to wrap around that. it was early morning, still dark. the spring air was a cold blanket around the pick up parked and running near the main street of little glendive, montana. at 5:20 am, the passenger side door open a woman stepped out and hurried across the and the street to the entrance to her downtown apartment. her coat, disheveled. her bar some over one arm. the man s i followed her through the dark. john as other men s eyes
in her life. was someone involved. the age range went. you know is a person in. this the acts. the brand-new boyfriend. someone knew that we were seeing each other and did not like it. and the unbelievable thing. they were all there the day of the murder. so who did it. my stomach was in my throat. all of us were little taken aback. it was really hard for my brain to wrap around that. it was early morning, still dark. the spring air was a cold blanket around the pick up parked and running near the main street of little glendive, montana. at 5:20 am, the passenger side door open a woman stepped out and hurried across the and the street to the entrance to her downtown apartment. her coat, disheveled. her bar some over one arm. the man s i followed her through the dark. john as other men s eyes were, like moths to flame. to her. to the woman now crossing the sidewalk to her doorway, susie. lightning in a bottle. they were all there. they re at susie s front