I grew up in a town much like Pawtucket, Rhode Island. While my childhood town was much smaller than the

population of roughly 70,000 people in Pawtucket, both were places where nearly everyone knew your

name, or the streets around your home were second nature, where neighbors were like relatives looking out for one

another, and where the local schools and the local supermarket were the centers of community life.

Small and small-ish towns like these have a lot in common. We had our share of stories,

both heartwarming and heartbreaking. But in Pawtucket, there's one that,

like a persistent echo, has reverberated through the years. The story of innocence lost on a cold

January night in 1988. It's a story that has stuck with me as well,

perhaps because the girl at the center of our case,

would only be a year older than I am,

but also perhaps because it reminds me of the fragility of childhood and innocence.

This is the case of Christine Cole. 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 Damron. 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 in 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. Sleutowns, I want to take just a second to apologize that there wasn't an episode last week,

and I've been a bit tardy in posting this one.

I have experienced some significant family medical issues recently that coupled with the Ice Storm

additional projects I have at work and still going to physical therapy twice a week for my

hand injury that I sustained in a car accident back in September. All of those things piled on

top of one another. In essence, led me to a place mentally where I couldn't cover a case with the fidelity that I know it deserves, so I decided to postpone.

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