She's on a conveyor belt, only her feet were exposed. The workers thought it was a

mannequin. Her last hours on earth were not pleasant.

Young women, martyr or missing families in anguish. I would text her and she

would text right back but this time nothing. When they killed her they killed me.

A serial killer at work and maybe he had a friend.

That's crazy.

They don't work together.

Serial killers are loners.

Very rare.

Two suspected killers on the hunt, hunting them, a detective devoted to justice and more.

It's almost like you've adopted these young women.

There's a lot of visits to my local church saying, please don't let me screw this up.

Here's Keith Morrison with Good and evil. How do you measure a mother's love or gauge the ferocity of

her impulse to protect.

Lover as much as I could,

it was about the only thing.

How to measure love as visceral as the beating heart and her own body.

She was my firstborn.

She was my best friend.

How to understand the four mothers you'll meet tonight

hand their connection,

one that not one of them would ever have thought possible,

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