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David Hoshaw agreed to interview with me over the phone since he is in a high security prison facility. David tells me that night he went to Angel's house to simply break up with her at one in the morning. How were you thinking the night would have played out?
Did you ask him, like, why would anything ever happen to you? Was that an odd statement that he had made?
Did you ask him, like, why would anything ever happen to you? Was that an odd statement that he had made?
Did you ask him, like, why would anything ever happen to you? Was that an odd statement that he had made?
Underneath the white rocks was some thin wood paneling. As soon as they removed the paneling, I could smell the odor of a decomposing body. It was what appeared to be a small body tightly wrapped in black plastic covered in duct tape.
Underneath the white rocks was some thin wood paneling. As soon as they removed the paneling, I could smell the odor of a decomposing body. It was what appeared to be a small body tightly wrapped in black plastic covered in duct tape.
Underneath the white rocks was some thin wood paneling. As soon as they removed the paneling, I could smell the odor of a decomposing body. It was what appeared to be a small body tightly wrapped in black plastic covered in duct tape.
There was a melted green bucket. It appeared that the burnt flesh had been placed in. Under the bucket was a partial human skull.
There was a melted green bucket. It appeared that the burnt flesh had been placed in. Under the bucket was a partial human skull.
There was a melted green bucket. It appeared that the burnt flesh had been placed in. Under the bucket was a partial human skull.
She kind of friend-zoned him pretty quickly.
She kind of friend-zoned him pretty quickly.
If someone told you you were at a party and you said you killed him, would they be lying?
If someone told you you were at a party and you said you killed him, would they be lying?
The town is mostly quiet now. Just a few stores line the streets. But ride through this small North Dakota community and you'll see them. These weather-worn pink ribbons and a faded photograph of a young woman no one here can forget. Reminders of what this place has been through, of a mystery that spanned nearly two decades. You talk to police? All the time. All the time? For the whole 18 years.
The town is mostly quiet now. Just a few stores line the streets. But ride through this small North Dakota community and you'll see them. These weather-worn pink ribbons and a faded photograph of a young woman no one here can forget. Reminders of what this place has been through, of a mystery that spanned nearly two decades. You talk to police? All the time. All the time? For the whole 18 years.
This story is about a young student away at college, killed in her own bedroom, and about the family and friends who never stopped pressing for answers.
This story is about a young student away at college, killed in her own bedroom, and about the family and friends who never stopped pressing for answers.