Maggie Rulli

They rushed to Angie's home phone to call 911.

Around 11.15 that morning, Detective Jeff Pratt was sitting at his desk following up on some case reports when he got a call from his sergeant.

Pratt had first joined the Idaho Falls Police Department as a patrol officer.

By the time he was promoted to detective in 1996, he'd been on the force for 15 years.

As part of his new detective assignment, he'd taken some photography classes to learn how to document crime scenes.

After hanging up the phone, Pratt grabbed his personal camera, a 35 millimeter Pentax, and drove over to Andrew's apartment in an unmarked car.

Pratt was familiar with Angie's address, 444 I Street.

He'd lived nearby when he was starting out as a rookie cop.

By the time Angie moved in, the neighborhood was kind of dilapidated and had a reputation for being unsafe.

there were reports of drug dealing and other crime.

When Detective Pratt pulled up to Angie's house, he was met by a handful of law enforcement officers who'd already been inside.

At this point, Pratt didn't know the name of the victim or anything about Angie.

His job was to document evidence from the crime scene.

And so he focused his Pentax camera as he made his way inside.

At first, he didn't see any obvious clues that something was off.

Nothing seemed out of place, and there was no sign of forced entry.

But when Detective Pratt turned a corner into Angie's bedroom, the outlines of a violent crime scene came into focus.

There was blood splattered on the walls.

Next to Angie's body, a white wicker laundry basket piled high with stuffed animals, including a blood-stained teddy bear.

tucked under Angie's left arm, a white-stuffed bunny rabbit.