The following is intended for mature audiences only.

Listener discretion is advised.

Jennifer vanished sometime in the overnight hours.

Right now there is no trace.

Investigators say evidence lead them to believe that she's dead.

Stick my nose back on the trail. That's all I can do.

This is already gone.

Already gone.

Already.

Already.

Oh.

Today we confront a case that defines the true cost of violence, not just the life that was violently stolen, but the life sentence imposed on the family left behind.

This is the story of Nicole Sanchez. Nicole's life was filled with dreams, talent, and promise. Her death was an act of brutal,

possessive cruelty. Her killer served a mandatory minimum sentence for

second-degree murder and is now planning to walk free. This story will challenge everything

you think you know about justice, accountability, and the meaning of a life sentence. We must look

beyond the sterile language of the courtroom

and see the ugly truth of what happened to Nicole, and what continues to happen to her family

two decades later. Nicole was born April 22, 1982 in Saginaw, Michigan, and she was the light of her family. Her sister remembers

her with quiet reverence, sharing details that paint a picture of a lovely young woman whose future

was cut tragically short. To her family, she was Coco, a jokester with an unforgettable smile and a contagious laugh.

She possessed a genuine creative spirit, excelling as a gifted artist and a talented singer,

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