a teenager, home alone in the night of terror. i would just stare out the window and try and figure out how scared she must of been. on her body, like a signature, a handprint in blood. it was a crime of passion. there s a lot of anger involved in this. but how long? because that handprint doesn t belong to the man police put in prison. the anger just surged through me. now, a mother turns detective. her words to me were, i just want to know what happened to my daughter. join in as she hunts for the killer and searches for the truth. i wanted to put my fist through the tv. it still brings the hair up the back of my neck. hello, and welcome to dateline. a confession can wake up murder investigation wide open. soon after 19 angie was found stabbed, a local named christopher tapp admitted he was one of her killers. police reported every grisly detail that convinced that they had cracked the case. but years later, there was someone else who thought those t
a teenager, home alone in a night of terror. i would stare out the window and try to figure out how scared she must have been. on her body, like a signature, a handprint in blood. it was a crime of passion. there s a lot of anger involved in this. but how long? because that handprint doesn t belong to the man police put in prison. the anger just surged through me. now, a mother turns detective. her words to me were, i just want to know what happened to my daughter. join in as she hunts for the killer and searches for the truth. i wanted to put my fist through the tv. it still brings the hair up the back of my neck. hello, and welcome to dateline. a confession can wake up murder investigation wide open. soon after 19 angie was found stabbed, a local named christopher tapp admitted he was one of her killers. police reported every grisly detail that convinced that they had cracked the case. but years later, there was someone else who thought those tapes m
indeed. let him go. it s the only thing his mother has. it s only her only child. will let him go. her name is carol dodge and the amazing story she would tell us began on the worst of her life. it was a thursday june 13th, 1996 midmorning. she placed a call to a beauty salon to talk to her daughter, angie. why dialed angie s at work. and a lady answered. i said this is carol dodge and she said, she s been found dead. on the phone? and i remember thinking, god no, please no. this can t be real. happen to turn out the night before, in a tiny second floor walk up where an 18 year old hug just started to build her life. stabbed to death. her throat cut.