I always say that one of the most important things to do in our coverage each week is the task of

turning a case file back into a person where the focus should be. This week, it hit me, especially

close to home. I kept thinking about how much time I spent as a child on a bike,

hugging the shoulder of the big highway that ran past our trailer, then ducking off

onto those skinny back roads where you could hear every bird in every car long before you

saw them. On the outskirts of an already small town like that that I lived in, I felt safe.

It felt like freedom. And only now, hindsight being the loudmouth that it is, do I catch myself

thinking, how many times did that freedom depend on the right stranger driving by instead of the wrong one?

That's a question that we'll grapple with in our case this week as well.

This is the case of April Fab. fab. Welcome to coffee and cases where we like our coffee hot and our cases cold.

My name is Allison Williams.

And my name is Maggie Damran.

We will be telling stories each week in the hopes that someone out there with any information concerning the cases will take those tips to law enforcement.

So justice and closure can be brought to these families.

With each case, we encourage you to continue in the conversation on our Facebook page, Coffee and Cases podcast, because, as we all know, conversation helps to keep the missing person in the

public consciousness, helping keep their memories alive. So sit back, sip your coffee, and listen to

what's brewing this week.

In our case this week, we are headed across the pond. We're going to North Norfolk in England.

Pictures small villages, hedgerows, and ribbons in lanes. We're going to the home of the Fab family,

who lived at three council houses in the tiny village of Meton.

Parents, Albert and Olive, had three daughters,

April, the youngest of the three,

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