Second Chances

Right there.

Yeah.

Right there.

Do you mind if I, uh, just do a quick pat search, make sure you don't have any weapons on you?

No.

You have anything that you shouldn't have?

Well, probably-

Anything that'd scare me?

At a police station in Caldwell, Idaho, Idaho Falls Police Captain John Marley gave Brian Dripps a quick pat-down before sitting across from him to talk.

Dripps had a long, gray beard.

He wore a black T-shirt and camo pants that matched his trucker hat, while the officers wore suits.

They were set up in a small room with green walls.

Captain Marley says everything about this meeting was meticulously planned, down to the furniture.

We didn't want any distractions in the room.

We wanted a table and we wanted three chairs.

We didn't want for us to sit between him and the door and for him to feel like he was trapped.

We didn't really want a barrier in between us either, like a table.

We wanted to have that open dialogue.

Dripps rested his arm on the table beside him.

Investigators gave him a couple water bottles and a Pepsi.

I'm sure you got a lot of questions for us and everything that's going on here.

Now, we obviously wanted to talk to you, but I wanted to tell you I appreciate you coming in here and talking to us.

Like I said, it has something to do with a case that took place, you know, years ago, and we're going back and reinvestigating everybody from the beginning of that case.

Investigators already knew that the DNA collected from Dripps' discarded cigarette butt matched the DNA found at the crime scene.

But this match didn't mean Dripps was Angie's killer.