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Statistics support it.
And Jeff fit the profile on paper in ways that were hard to ignore.
He knew the mountain roads better than almost anyone.
He lived in Alma, just on the other side of Hoosier Pass, barely 15 miles from where Bobby Joe’s body was found.
He was the last known person she spoke to before she disappeared.
He was the one who reported her missing.
And now, with Annette’s body recovered from a creek just a few miles from his home, his business card had turned up on the body of the second victim.
Two dead women, and both of them had a connection to Jeff Oberholtzer.
Jeff explained it easily enough.
He’d given Annette a ride while she was hitchhiking back in November of 1981.
He handed out business cards to everyone he met.
Alpine Appliance Repair.
It’s what he did.
There was nothing unusual about it.
But then came the prediction.
During one of his interviews with investigators, Jeff told police that he believed Annette’s body would be found about 4 miles from his house around the 4th of July.
She was found on July 3rd, roughly 6 to 7 miles from his home.
For investigators, that accuracy didn’t bring relief.
It brought suspicion.
How could a grieving husband predict the location and timing of a body recovery with that kind of precision? Jeff took two polygraph tests, one administered by Summit County and one by CBI.
He passed both.
It didn’t matter.
The shadow stayed.
The friend who had visited Jeff’s home on the night of January 6th, the person who could confirm Jeff was in Alma while Bobby Joe was being killed on Hoosier Pass, could not be located.
Investigators searched for that alibi witness for 8 years.
They didn’t find him until December 1990.
And when they did, his recollection of the timeline didn’t quite match Jeff’s.
It wasn’t enough to charge Jeff.
It wasn’t enough to clear him, either.
He spent the next four decades under a cloud that never fully lifted.
His stepdaughter Jackie grew up in the shadow of her mother’s murder and her stepfather’s unresolved suspicion.
The community whispered.
The case file stayed open with Jeff’s name at the top.
I mean, think about that for a second.
The man’s wife was murdered.
He was the one who found her belongings, organized the search, and identified her body.
And for 40 years, a significant number of the people working this case believed he did it.
While Jeff waited and wondered if anyone would ever believe him, the investigation churned through suspect after suspect.
About 6 weeks after the murders, a man named Thomas Edward Luther was arrested near Frisco for a violent attack on a 21-year-old woman.
Luther had beaten her with a hammer.
While sitting in jail, he bragged to other inmates that he had killed two women in Summit County.
Investigators jumped on it.
Luther failed multiple polygraph tests and then recanted everything.
DNA would later exclude him entirely.
Luther went on to murder a woman named Sherri Elder in 1993 and is currently serving a life sentence.
Then there was Tracy Petrocelli.
He had been staying at the Frisco Holiday Inn, the same hotel where Annette worked.
Ballistics testing on his firearms was inconclusive.
DNA eventually cleared him, too.
Petrocelli is on death row in Nevada for an unrelated murder.
Henry Lee Lucas, the serial confessor who falsely claimed credit for hundreds of killings across the country, told investigators he had murdered the two women near Breckenridge.
He had not.
He was lying as he did with virtually every case he touched.
Ex-boyfriends of Annette were investigated and eliminated.
A person of interest who died shortly after the murders was cleared through DNA obtained from relatives living in Great Britain.
>> >> And the woman at the pharmacy, the unidentified Marlboro smoker who spoke with Annette at the drugstore on the afternoon she disappeared, was never found.
To this day, investigators still want to talk to her.
Each lead faded.
Each suspect fell away.
The case grew colder with every passing year.
And the structure of the investigation itself wasn’t helping.
The crimes had occurred across multiple jurisdictions.
Annette was last seen in Breckenridge, >> >> which is in Summit County.
Bobby Joe’s body was found on Hoosier Pass, which sits on the border between Summit County and Park County.
Annette’s body was recovered in Sacramento Creek, deep in Park County.
The investigations involved the Breckenridge Police Department, the Summit County Sheriff’s Office, the Park the Park County Sheriff’s Office, and the Colorado Bureau of Investigation.
Four agencies, each with their own chain of command, their own filing systems, their own priorities.
Communication between them was fractured from the beginning.
Paperwork was lost in transfers.
Evidence moved between offices and storage facilities.
When one detective retired, the institutional knowledge went with them, unless someone else picked it up.
In a rural jurisdiction with limited resources, a case with no active leads doesn’t stay on the front burner.
It gets pushed aside by newer cases, fresher evidence, more pressing demands.
There was one person who refused to let it die.
Charlie McCormick was a retired Denver homicide detective who had moved to Breckenridge in 1976, years before the murders.
He knew the community.
He knew the mountains.
And he knew what a cold case looked like when the system was getting ready to shelve it.
In 1989, >> >> Annette Schnee’s family hired him as a private investigator.
His fee was $1 a year.
A symbolic amount that meant everything.
It meant someone was still working the case when the official channels had gone quiet.
McCormick took the case and never put it down.
Over the next three decades, his files on the Oberholtzer and Schnee murders grew from two binders to 39.
He tracked leads that nobody else was following.
He re-interviewed witnesses whose memories had faded, but occasionally produced new fragments.
He pushed for new forensic testing whenever technology advanced, lobbying agencies to re-examine evidence with tools that hadn’t existed when the murders occurred.
He built relationships with every new detective who rotated through the case, making sure the institutional knowledge didn’t die when officers retired or transferred.
Eventually, he became a special deputy with the Park County Sheriff’s Office, giving him official access to the evidence and the authority to participate in the investigation directly.
30 years.
$1 a year.
39 binders of notes, reports, leads, and dead ends.
That’s what kept the case breathing when the system was ready to let it go.
The breakthrough came from the blood on Bobby Jo’s glove.
In 1988, 6 years after the murders, the CBI crime lab tested the blood-stained wool glove found near Bobby Jo’s backpack on Highway 285.
The results revealed a mixture.
Bobby Jo’s blood and the blood of an unknown male.
This was the first hard evidence that she had wounded her attacker during the struggle at Hoosier Pass.
In 1995, further DNA testing on the glove and the bloody tissues confirmed that the unknown blood belonged to a single male contributor, and that male was not Jeff Oberholtzer.
After 13 years of suspicion, Jeff was finally scientifically cleared.
The blood on the glove did not match him.
The blood on the tissue did not match him.
He hadn’t killed his wife.
Think about what those 13 years cost him.
The sideways glances in town.
The interviews with investigators who believed he was guilty.
The knowledge that his stepdaughter was growing up in a house that half the community suspected harbored a murderer.
Jeff had lost his wife and then lost his reputation.
And it took DNA to give even a piece of it back.
In 2002, the unknown male DNA profile was entered into CODIS, the FBI’s national DNA database, that contains genetic profiles from convicted offenders and crime scene evidence across the country.
CODIS holds millions of profiles.
If the killer had ever been arrested and swabbed for a felony anywhere in the United States, the system would flag the match.
Investigators submitted the profile and waited for the result.
No match.
Whoever had killed Bobby Jo and Annette had never been convicted of a qualifying offense since DNA databases came into existence.
He wasn’t in the system.
He was out there somewhere.
And the most advanced forensic tool in the country couldn’t find him.
The case went quiet again.
Not dead, but dormant.
The evidence sat in storage.
The binders sat on shelves.
And the years kept passing.
In 2013, investigators went back to the evidence one more time.
They tested Bobby Jo’s key ring, the brass self-defense hook that Jeff had handmade for her.
The one she carried every day because because her husband worried about her walking alone.
Once again, the result showed a mixture of Bobby Jo’s blood and the blood of a wounded male.
The same unknown contributor.
A third piece of evidence confirming what they already knew.
The significance of this cannot be overstated.
Bobby Jo Oberholtzer’s refusal to go quietly, her decision to fight back in a blizzard at 11,000 ft in the dark, against a man with a gun had preserved the single piece of biological evidence that could solve both murders.
Without her resistance, there would be no DNA.
Without the DNA, there would be no case.
She saved an investigation she would never know about.
And yet the frustration was enormous.
They had a perfect genetic profile of the killer, clear, testable, unambiguous.
And it matched nobody.
The case was alive in the lab and dead on the street.
Now, pay attention to this next detail because it explains everything that happened after.
The killer had been right there the whole time, not hiding, not on the run, living in the same Colorado mountains where he had left two women dead, >> >> working as a mechanic, driving the same roads.
Allen Lee Phillips was born on February 6th, 1951.
On the night of the murders, he was 30 years old working as a mechanic at the Henderson Molybdenum Mine in the mountains above Georgetown.
He lived in the Georgetown area about 45 miles northeast of Breckenridge.
And 9 years before the murders, he had done something remarkably similar.
In July 1973, when Phillips was 22, he picked up a female hitchhiker on the south edge of Breckenridge.
He drove her toward Fairplay, the same direction both victims were heading in 1982.
He took her to a cabin off a county road, dragged her from his vehicle, and beat her head with a rock.
She survived because she screamed for him to stop and told him she had a baby girl.
Phillips broke into the cabin, cleaned her up, and dropped her off in Fairplay.
She went to the police.
He was arrested.
He confessed to the entire assault.
He was convicted of assault and burglary.
He served 6 months.
And no, that’s not a typo.
6 months.
For picking up a woman who trusted him enough to get in his car, driving her to a remote cabin on a mountain road, and beating her skull with a rock.
Park County Sheriff Tom McGraw, who later recounted the details of the 1973 case, noted that the victim’s plea about her baby daughter was the only thing that stopped Phillips from killing her.
He had the intent.
He had the isolation.
He had the victim completely at his mercy.
The only reason she survived was that she found the one thing to say that made him stop.
The justice system gave him 6 months and sent him back to the same community, the same mountains, the same roads, the same population of women who hitchhiked home from work every evening because that’s what everyone did in a small Colorado mountain town.
This decision seemed small at the time.
It wasn’t.
9 years later, two women were dead.
And the pattern was identical.
Female hitchhikers.
The road south out of Breckenridge.
The direction toward Fairplay and Park County.
The isolation of the high passes.
Detective Sergeant Wendy Kepple would later find that 1973 case file buried in the last drawer of the last filing cabinet in the Park County Sheriff’s archives.
A fire had destroyed many of the department’s old records, but this one survived.
The case itself had been purged from the system in 2002, but the physical paperwork was still there, waiting.
Now, the The of January 6th, 1982 from Phillips’ side.
After the murders, Phillips drove east through the mountains.
Not toward Georgetown on the main highway, but on back roads winding through the darkness and the blizzard.
His pickup truck hit a snowdrift near the summit of Guanella Pass, an 11,000-ft crossing about 45 mi from Hoosier Pass.
The rear end of the truck sank so deep that his headlights pointed straight up at the sky.
What happened next would have been unbelievable as fiction.
Phillips began flashing his headlights in Morse code, SOS.
By pure coincidence, Jefferson County Sheriff Harold Bray was a passenger on a United Airlines flight passing over the Rockies headed from Denver to California.
From his window seat, he spotted the blinking lights below, recognized the distress signal, and alerted the flight crew.
The crew radioed for help.
Clear Creek County Fire Chief Dave Montoya, a former miner who knew Phillips from working at the mine, reached him shortly before midnight.
He found Phillips mildly intoxicated with scratches across his face, bruises on his body, and a cut over his eye.
Phillips told Montoya he’d been driving home from a friend’s house in Bailey, had taken the back roads to avoid police because he’d been drinking.
And hit his head on the truck when it got stuck.
He declined medical treatment.
Montoya drove him home.
The local newspaper, the Clear Creek Courant, ran the story, a feel-good piece about a miracle rescue in a blizzard.
A man’s life saved because a sheriff on a passing airplane happened to spot an SOS from 30,000 ft.
And on the very same page of that newspaper was a second story.
A woman had been found shot to death on Hoosier Pass.
The man who was rescued and the man who killed those women were the same person.
And nobody connected them for 39 years.
Investigators would later conclude that the scratches and cuts on Phillips’s face were not from hitting his head on the truck.
They were from Bobby Joe.
The injuries she inflicted while fighting for her life at the summit of Hoosier Pass.
The same fight that left his blood on her glove, her tissue, and her key ring.
Dave Montoya, learning the truth in 2021, said something that captures the weight of the entire case.
If I would have known what I know now, then I probably would have left him.
In 2005, an anonymous caller to Crime Stoppers named Allen Lee Phillips as a possible suspect in the murders.
Investigators looked into the tip, but could not corroborate it.
The DNA was in CODIS.
Phillips had never been convicted of a qualifying offense, so his profile was not in the database.
There was no way to connect him to the evidence.
He continued living quietly in Dumont, Colorado, a small unincorporated community >> >> along the Interstate 70 corridor in Clear Creek County.
His property sat behind a rest area off the highway.
He was semi-retired, running his own mechanic shop.
He had been married three times over the course of his life and had a daughter named Andrea.
By this point, he was a recluse.
He rarely left his property.
He rarely interacted with neighbors.
He didn’t socialize.
He kept to himself in the mountains, the same mountains where he had killed two women and gotten away with it for decades.
Nobody suspected him.
Nobody connected him to the 1982 murders.
The 2005 Crime Stoppers tip had come and gone without traction.
His 1973 assault conviction had been purged from the system.
He was, by every outward measure, an unremarkable elderly man living alone in the Colorado foothills.
He blended into the background of a community that had no idea what he had done.
Around early 2020, the investigation entered its final chapter.
Detective Sergeant Wendy Kippel and Special Deputy Charlie McCormick, the retired detective who had spent over 30 years on the case for a dollar a year, turned to the last tool available to them, genetic genealogy.
Kippel submitted the unknown male DNA profile from Bobby Joe’s evidence to United Data Connect, a forensic genealogy firm based in Denver.
The company was founded by former Denver District Attorney Mitch Morrissey, and it had partnered with Metro Denver Crime Stoppers to tackle cold cases across the region.
The process was painstaking and methodical.
Genetic genealogy does not work like CODIS.
It does not search for a direct match in a criminal database.
Instead, it takes a DNA profile, sequences the entire genome, and uploads it to the same public genealogical databases that millions of ordinary people use to trace their family ancestry.
Then, investigators look for partial matches, distant cousins, and second cousins, and third cousins who share enough DNA to indicate a family connection.
>> >> From those partial matches, they build family trees.
They trace branches backward and forward through generations, cross-referencing birth records, marriage certificates, census data, obituaries.
They eliminate entire family lines, narrow others, and slowly, methodically, close in on a single person who fits the profile geographically, chronologically, and genetically.
It is detective work crossed with genealogy crossed with molecular biology.
And in cold cases where every other lead has gone dry, it has become the last resort that actually works.
On January 9th, 2021, the genealogist called Kippel.
She had two names, brothers >> >> Allen and Bruce Phillips.
Bruce Phillips lived in Arizona.
He had never lived in Colorado.
Allen Phillips had lived near Breckenridge.
He had worked at the local mine.
And he still lived in the Colorado mountains.
Investigators began surveillance.
For roughly 5 weeks, they watched Allen Lee Phillips go about his daily routine.
>> >> And it became clear very quickly why he had avoided detection for so long.
The man was practically a ghost.
He stayed on his property most of the time.
He rarely interacted with neighbors or shopkeepers.
>> >> He didn’t eat at restaurants.
He didn’t have a social life that anyone could observe.
And critically, he almost never discarded anything.
For investigators who needed a piece of his DNA, someone who doesn’t throw things away is the worst possible target.
They waited day after day, week after week.
They couldn’t approach him.
They couldn’t compel a DNA sample without tipping him off and giving him time to run or destroy evidence.
They needed him to leave something behind voluntarily in a public place where they could legally collect it.
Then he made one mistake.
Phillips drove to a Sonic Drive-In.
He ordered food, ate it, and then drove to a post office.
He walked inside carrying the Sonic bag.
He walked out without it.
Investigators entered the post office and recovered the bag from the trash can.
They pulled Phillips’ DNA from saliva on a napkin.
On February 23rd, 2021, the results came back.
His DNA matched the blood on Bobby Joe’s glove and tissue.
The match probability on the glove alone was 1 in 17 quadrillion.
To put that number in perspective, that is roughly 2,275,000 times the entire population of Earth.
There was no doubt.
The blood Bobby Joe had torn from her killer 39 years earlier belonged to Allen Lee Phillips.
On February 24th, 2021, Phillips was arrested without incident during a routine traffic stop in Clear Creek County.
He was charged with two counts of first-degree murder, first-degree kidnapping, and first-degree assault.
Wendy Kippel put the handcuffs on him herself.
She later described the expression on his face as the cuffs clicked shut.
>> >> The look of shock on his face is just priceless.
39 years, 2 months, and 18 days after the murders, someone finally said his name.
The trial of Allen Lee Phillips began on August 29th, 2022, in the Park County District Court in Fairplay, Colorado.
The same small mountain town where Phillips had dropped off the hitchhiker he assaulted in 1973.
The same county where Bobby Joe’s body had been found on Hoosier Pass.
And Annette’s body had surfaced in Sacramento Creek.
Deputy District Attorneys Mark Hurlbert and Stephanie Miller prosecuted the case under District Attorney Linda Stanley.
Their case was built on three pillars.
The first was the DNA.
Phillips’ blood on Bobby Jo’s glove, on the tissue found near her backpack, and on the brass key ring that Jeff Oberholtzer had handmade for his wife.
Three separate pieces of evidence all carrying the same genetic profile, all from a man who had no legitimate reason to have been in contact with Bobby Jo Oberholtzer.
The second pillar was the orange sock.
In the months before the trial, investigators had submitted the sock for one final round of DNA testing.
The results were devastating for the defense.
Annette Schnee’s DNA was found on the inside of the sock.
Bobby Jo Oberholtzer’s DNA was on the outside.
Both women, who did not know each other, were physically linked to the same piece of evidence.
As Detective Sergeant Wendy Kepple put it, “So, that ties both women to that one sock”.
The theory the investigators had held since 1982, that Annette lost the sock in the killer’s vehicle and Bobby Jo dragged it out during her escape, was now confirmed by the science.
The third pillar was the Guanella Pass rescue.
Phillips had been found less than 6 hours after the murders, stuck in a snowdrift on a mountain pass 45 miles away with fresh scratches and cuts on his face, mildly intoxicated, offering a story about back roads and hitting his head that didn’t hold up under scrutiny.
The prosecution argued that those injuries came from Bobby Jo’s fight at the Hoosier Pass summit.
The 1973 assault case was presented as pattern evidence.
Same location, Breckenridge, same victim type, a woman hitchhiking alone, same direction, heading south toward Fairplay.
The jury could see the template.
The defense from the public defender’s office tried to cast out on the DNA evidence by arguing contamination and mishandling over four decades.
They also repeatedly attempted to redirect blame toward Jeff Oberholtzer, raising what prosecutors called a cold pizza argument as a supposed motive.
Detective Kipple called it ludicrous.
Jim Hartke, the retired CBI agent who had attended both crime scenes and made the orange sock connection at Annette’s autopsy in 1982, took the stand and walked the jury through the evidence he had seen 40 years earlier.
Wendy Kipple testified about the genetic genealogy breakthrough, the surveillance, the Sonic napkin, and the arrest.
Charlie McCormick, the man who had spent 30 years working the case for a dollar a year, who had filled 39 binders with notes and leads and dead ends, sat in front of the jury and explained what it meant to refuse to let a case die.
Jeff Oberholtzer, who had lived under suspicion for four decades, who had buried his wife and then spent the rest of his life being asked if he killed her, took the stand and faced the man who had actually done it.
The courtroom in Fair Play was small.
Park County is a rural jurisdiction.
The contrast between the scope of the case and the size of the room was striking.
40 years of evidence, two victims, dozens of false leads, thousands of hours of investigation, all distilled into a few weeks of testimony in a mountain courthouse.
On September 15th, 2022, the jury convicted Alan Lee Phillips on all eight counts.
Two counts of first-degree murder after deliberation, two counts of felony murder, two counts of first-degree kidnapping, two counts of robbery.
The deliberation lasted 5 hours.
On November 7th, 2022, Judge Steven Groom handed down the sentence.
Two consecutive life terms without the possibility of parole.
The judge was deliberate about the word consecutive.
Not concurrent, which would have allowed the sentences to run simultaneously.
Consecutive, one after the other.
The first life sentence for the murder of Bobby Joe Oberholtzer.
The second life sentence for the murder of Annette Kay Schnee.
Each life taken was given its own sentence, its own weight, its own recognition by the court.
The judge wanted there to be no ambiguity about the value of each victim.
Phillips did not speak at sentencing.
He sat in silence while the families of the women he had killed described what his actions had cost them across four decades.
His daughter, Andrea Shelton, was the only person to address the court on his behalf.
She said, “He is a good man, and I thought someone should say something”.
The courtroom absorbed the statement without response.
The families finally spoke, and the weight of what they carried into that courtroom was almost unbearable.
Annette Schnee’s mother, Eileen, described what she had endured as 39 years of hell.
Not an exaggeration.
Not dramatic language.
A factual accounting of what it means to lose a child and spend the rest of your life not knowing who took her or why.
Every Christmas for 39 years, Eileen thought about the orange socks she had mailed to Colorado.
Every April birthday, she thought about the visit that never happened.
Every time the phone rang with an unfamiliar number, for four decades, a part of her wondered if this was the call.
The call that would tell her they finally knew.
She waited 39 years for that call.
Annette’s siblings, Cindy French, Karen Reason, and Russell Schnee, visited both crime scenes during the trial.
They went to Hoosier Pass, where Bobby Jo had died, and they said something that captures the heart of this entire case.
They thanked Bobby Jo.
“Without her, we wouldn’t be here,” they said.
“Without Bobby Jo’s fight, without the blood she tore from her killer’s body, without the DNA she left on her glove and her key ring, both murders would have remained unsolved”.
Annette’s family knew it, and they wanted Bobby Jo’s family to know they knew.
Bobby Jo’s daughter, Jackie Vukos Walker, who had been a young child when her mother was murdered, delivered an impact statement that silenced the courtroom.
She described a childhood defined by sadness, depression, and anxiety.
The absence of her mother shaped everything.
And then she said, “When I look into my child’s blue eyes, which are truly beautiful like my mom’s, I see her”.
Jeff Oberholtzer, cleared by DNA in 1995, but never truly freed from suspicion until the arrest in 2021, finally felt what he called a great weight lifted.
His statement at sentencing, read by the prosecution, called Phillips a despicable and evil being.
40 years of being suspected of killing his own wife, and now the world knew the truth.
District Attorney Linda Stanley spoke about Bobby Jo’s courage.
“Bobby Jo was a fighter, and is a hero,” she said.
And she was right.
The entire case, from the first drop of blood on the wool glove to the genealogist phone call 39 years later, traced back to one woman’s refusal to stop fighting.
Charlie McCormick the retired detective who had given over 30 years of his life to this case at a dollar a year watched the verdict come in.
39 binders of evidence thousands of hours decades of dead ends all leading to this moment.
The conviction was supposed to be the end.
In many ways it was.
The families had their answer.
The killer had been named, tried, and sentenced.
For the first time in 39 years, Annette Schnee’s family and Bobby Joe Oberholtzer’s family could look at a name and a face and know.
Not suspect, not wonder.
No.
Allen Lee Phillips died at the Arkansas Valley Correctional Facility in Ordway, Colorado on February 27th, 2023.
>> >> He was 72 years old less than 6 months into his double life sentence.
He never served a full year for killing two women.
His death was reported as a suicide, though the Crowley County Coroner initially stated only that foul play was not suspected.
Because Phillips died while his appeal was still pending and unresolved, Colorado law required the convictions to be vacated.
The Court of Appeals sent the case back to the District Court where it was formally dismissed.
This is called legal abatement.
It is a procedural outcome.
Not an exoneration.
It does not mean Phillips was innocent.
It means the legal process was never finalized because the defendant died before it could be completed.
The complications did not end there.
The CBI DNA analyst who worked on the case, Yvonne Missy Woods, was later exposed for manipulating and omitting DNA data across more than a thousand cases during her career.
She was charged with over 100 felonies.
Phillips’ daughter Andrea Shelton subsequently filed a claim seeking a hundred million dollars against CBI and Woods alleging wrongful conviction.
Former District Attorney Mitch Morrissey, >> >> whose firm United Data Connect performed the independent genetic genealogy that identified Phillips, has publicly rejected the wrongful conviction claim.
The whole genome sequencing and genealogical analysis his team conducted was entirely separate from any work done by Woods or CBI.
Morrissey has stated plainly that Phillips was not wrongfully convicted.
The factual record remains.
A jury of 12 people heard the evidence.
They deliberated for five hours.
They convicted him on all eight counts.
The families got their answer.
Two women who vanished on a January night in 19 82 finally had someone held accountable for what happened to them.
This case, in the end, is not about Alan Lee Phillips.
It’s not about the legal technicalities that followed his death, or the decades of dead ends, or the suspects who were investigated and cleared, or the bureaucratic failures that let evidence gather dust in storage rooms while a killer lived freely in the same mountains.
It’s about the people who never stopped.
Wendy Kipple, who dug through filing cabinets and embraced new technology and put the cuffs on herself.
Charlie McCormick, who spent 30 years working for a dollar a year because a family in Iowa asked him to.
Jim Hard Key, who saw an orange sock at an autopsy and remembered the one from six months before.
Mitch Morrissey, whose firm traced a blood stain across four decades of family trees to reach a name.
And it’s about a pair of orange socks that a mother in Iowa mailed to her daughter for Christmas.
It’s about a brass key ring that a husband made for his wife because he worried about her safety.
And it’s about a woman named Bobbie Jo Oberholtzer, who in the final minutes of her life at 11,000 ft in the dark in a blizzard with a gunman standing over her fought back hard enough to tear his blood from his body and leave it on her glove.
She didn’t know that her fight would solve her own murder.
She didn’t know it would solve Annette Schnee’s murder, too.
She didn’t know that it would take 39 years.
Bobbie Jo was 29.
She had been promoted that day.
She had a daughter.
She was planning to start a family.
Annette was 21.
She worked two jobs.
She wanted to be a flight attendant.
She was wearing the orange socks her mother sent her for Christmas.
Their names are Bobbie Jo Oberholtzer and Annette K.
Schnee.
And they deserve to be remembered for who they were, not just how their stories ended.
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