Hi, crime junkies. I'm your host, Ashley Flowers. And I'm Britt. Now, listen, there is not a lot of information that has been shared yet in the story I'm about to tell you, which is why it's going to be so brief. But what we do have points to a perpetrator's bizarre and unsettling MO. And I think I know exactly where we can find answers. This is the story of

Jules Connor and Casey Monroe.

Music You know, I'm going to be. I'm going to It's 3 a.m. on August 4th, 2012, when Jenna Connor wakes up alone at the home she shares with her sister, Jules.

Now, when she went to get a glass of water, she was surprised to see the door to Jules' room open and an empty bed inside.

Because even though Jules worked a late shift at the dive bar, this place called Harry's over in South Bend, Indiana that night,

like, she would normally be home by like one or two in the morning, so it's weird that it's three and she's not.

And at first, Jenna tried just calling her a few times. Like, she knew that Jules' car was pretty unreliable, though, you know, she would have

thought that if something had happened, like she would have expected to see a missed call from

Jules at some point, like if she got stranded, you know, but you just never know. So she's trying

to call her. When call after call went unanswered, anxiety began to build in Jenna until she physically just couldn't sit still and wait anymore.

Like she had to go looking for her sister.

Now, she tried Harry's, but it was long past closed.

There weren't even any cars in the lot when she got there, which at first brought a little bit of relief. Like maybe she was

being a dramatic older sister. Like if Jules left in her car, maybe she had just gone over to a

friend or who knows. And she felt better, but there was still something sitting in the back of her

mind, like, what if? What if she was on the side of the road somewhere?

Jenna hadn't passed her car anywhere on the road as she had driven two Harries from their

place, but she knew that there was more than one way to get there. So to quiet that last

little whisper in her mind, she told herself she would just go home one other route that she

knew her sister might sometimes take. She wasn't going to

find anything, right? Like that's what she's telling herself, but it would help her sleep. She hoped

she wouldn't find anything. But as the couple of shopping strips faded into cornfields and tree lines

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