Our card this week is Kathy Jones Harman, the 10 of Harks from Utah.

Kathy was a 22-year-old newlywed living in Salt Lake City in 1976, forging her own path

in a town that often seemed to value conformity over individuality.

By all accounts, Kathy had a reputation for being tough, definitely no shrinking violet.

So no one was particularly worried about her fending for herself when her husband Dave

left town on his rig for his most recent long haul trek through the rugged mountain west.

And besides, Kathy had a solid group of friends to look out for her, including her roommate

Vicki.

But Vicki couldn't stay with Kathy 24-7, and on the evening of March 2nd when Kathy was

left alone, something was set into motion that remains a mystery to this very day.

I'm Ashley Flowers, and this is The Deck.

It was a frigid Utah night in early March, and Kathy and her roommate Vicki were doing their

best to usher in some better days, or should I say some warmer days.

But better days was the name of the bar they were at, the better days bar.

It was a small place, you know, the kind of place where everyone knows your name.

They were just hanging out at better days, it was a place they frequented, they appeared

to know everybody there, as far as the employees and owner of the better days.

That's Detective Ben Pender with the Unified Police Department of Greater Salt Lake.

Pender told us that around 11 p.m., Vicki decided to call it a night, because the next day

for her was going to be a long one.

When Kathy said that she was going to hang out for a bit, I don't think it even occurred

to Vicki to worry about her getting home safely.

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