Maggie Rulli

After the boat docks officially closed at 10 p.m., Angie and her friends would go to someone's house to hang out.

In the weeks leading up to Angie's murder, her new apartment was one of those hangout spots.

Angie's place was on the top floor of an older wood-shingled house with creaky floors.

The bathroom had a water-stained porcelain sink and pink floral wallpaper.

Angie had only been living there for a few weeks.

She hadn't even gotten a real bed yet and was still sleeping on a mattress on the floor.

Still, she'd set up her kitchen with a spice rack.

The apartment was small, and it wasn't fancy, but it was hers, and it was what she could afford.

The rent was just $250 a month.

Tim remembers how happy she was about getting her own place.

On the morning of June 13th, Angie was supposed to clock into her shift at Beauty For All Seasons at 7 a.m., but she didn't, which was unlike her.

So by 7.30, her coworkers tried calling her home phone.

No answer.

They left a message on her answering machine.

They tried calling her again a few hours later.

Still no answer.

That's when two of her co-workers decided to go to her house and check on her.

They checked the front door, which was closed but unlocked.

They made their way up the carpeted stairs and walked to her bedroom.

But instead of finding that Angie had overslept, her co-workers found Angie's body lying on the floor, covered in blood.