The night before Angela thought that she'd heard somebody messing at the front door of the residence.

She felt she was being watched.

All the wounds that she had to her body, it was a very angry attack.

My girl and Angela at the phone, the officers could see a lot of blood.

She was just this sweet little southern girl, so senseless.

He found the back door to the residence kicked open.

She's had kicked in and he doesn't go in.

People thought that there was something suspicious about that.

Did he try to point the finger at anybody else?

Angela's ex-husband.

What happened to your face?

Did he have an alibi?

He said he did.

They asked me if I would be willing to come up there and wear a wire.

He got sloppy.

She said, well the knife was a backup, it was supposed to be a gun.

I think she was almost proud of the whole thing.

Wow, that was my response, wow.

It was dark on the great central plane.

Moonmas in the early hours, that Friday the 13th of November.

This small night wind shivered along flat deserted streets

and nipped with freezing little teeth at the ruins of autumn in Minot North Dakota.

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