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Bees You know, Omaha and Nebraska sits at the crossroads of the American Midwest, a city built on the banks of the

Missouri River, where cattle once drove, industry and railroad stitched together the nation.

It's a place known for its wide open skies, proud neighborhoods and deep-rooted values, a city that

feels steady, familiar, safe. In the 1950s, Omaha was a picture of post-war prosperity.

Neat houses lined quiet streets, families gathered for backyard barbecues, and behind the front

doors, life unfolded much like it did in any American town of the era. Routine, unremarkable,

and for the most part, peaceful. But peace has its

limits. On a warm September evening in 1958, that peace was shattered inside a modest family home

on North 29th Street. Police would arrive to find a scene so disturbing, so unimaginable that it would shake the entire

city. A teenage boy stood in the middle of it all, calm, quiet. He didn't deny what had happened.

He simply said they had pushed him too far. He was just 16 years old. And in the years to come,

he would become both a symbol of a brutal family tragedy

and the centre of one of the most baffling manhunts in American history.

Because while the world thought they knew what had happened to Leslie Arnold,

he had already disappeared.

And it would take more than half a century, a grieving sun and a twist of modern

science to finally uncover the truth.

The American Dream.

It was the promise sold to millions in post-war America.

A steady job, a family home in a quiet suburb,

and the comforting clink of dinner plates on a kitchen table each evening.

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