This episode contains descriptions of violence.

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I can't even describe the pain that we went through.

I don't think I could have felt worse if somebody would have ripped my chest open

with their bare hands and pulled my heart out while I was still beating it.

I don't think it would have hurt that bad.

When you're dealing with a case that's going on and on unsolved,

every day it drains you because you can't take your mind off of it.

You just feel like how can it keep going on like that?

And nothing happened, no suspects.

There are 120,000 unsolved murders in America.

Each one is a cold case.

Only 1% are ever solved.

This is one of those rare stories.

It's September 14, 1988, a crisp fall day in the picturesque town of Prescott, Arizona.

Surrounded by lush pine forests and mountains, Prescott is

breathtaking. Aside from its natural beauty, Prescott has a rich history and a small town charm.

It's around 11 a.m. in Prescott when Pamela Pitts calls her father, Paul. Pam wanted to know what I was doing, and I told her I was working.

And she said, well, I wanted to talk to you about something.

I said, well, why don't we have dinner at Murphy's Restaurant here in Prescott?

Pam has been living in a small house on Lincoln Street with two roommates for the past three months.

But over dinner with her dad, she admits she's already having second thoughts.

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