Mike Boudet

It was clear, even to Rodney, that only one person could have been responsible.

Rodney was clearly in anguish, but he had to call 911 because Jared's mother, Lynn, couldn't.

She saw Angie's body, too, and just lost it.

Her legs gave.

She went down on the ground in the front yard and couldn't get back up.

Crying.

Wailing.

Waiting for the police to arrive.

Her husband, Jared, was balled up on the floor inside his parents' house also, crying.

The whole situation didn't make any sense, but Rodney had felt something was coming.

While the dispatcher was relaying this information over the radio, the EMTs were out of the loop.

They walked into something they never expected.

This was a crime scene.

And very obviously so.

Deputies were already en route.

Still, more surprises were waiting on Oak Hollow Boulevard.

The lead deputy assessed the scene.

Jared was already in the back of a patrol car.

His mom Lynn was weeping on the front lawn.

His father Rodney paced back and forth when he wasn't seated on his riding mower.