Ada Herrodyne was a quiet woman who lived a quiet life in a quiet neighborhood with her family.

It was the kind of neighborhood that lulls you into believing it's immune to evil.

Yes, a mother six months before and 50 miles away in August, Indiana had been

attacked in her home in front of her girls and taken away by a crazed killer still on the loose at the time.

But if that news even reached Ada in Elkhart, Indiana, it surely felt a long way off as she

worked outside in the yard one warm May day in 1985.

A next-door neighbor weighed to Aida. Another passed her on his afternoon walk at 310.

She opened the mailbox and there was a ski magazine that had come.

As I'm pulling out, backing out of the driveway,

she holds up the ski magazine like you know summer's coming.

By 320 Ada was gone.

Nobody's seen anything and there were people out that day.

Everybody said oh yeah it was a nice, really warm and we were out.

I seen her in the back out, I talked to her across the fence.

Just seemed so out of whack.

I mean, that's not the type of neighborhood where you get abductions.

It was a high dollar neighborhood.

A lot of influential people live there.

Everything was as it supposed to be, a was there all of all of those things nothing to indicate

that there had been any sort of a crime or struggle there.

We hadn't been there too long when the main detective from the Elkhart Police

Department came in. Immediately his reaction was not one of concern particularly. He said, oh, they probably had an argument and she just went off someplace.

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