There were parts of Nail's life. I didn't know that was very chilling for me to learn that she was afraid.

I kept calling her thinking she's going to answer.

It wasn't like her to not answer the phone.

My spidey senses were high.

Six perfectly stacked cardboard boxes. Something's not right here.

It was right for Jason to or Lagoon.

I watched enough date lines to know that's probably not a good sign.

He lived a life of a lot of smoke and mirrors.

This guy gets around.

If you got a Bentley, your options are open.

This was a case with no eyewitnesses, no physical evidence.

There's a possibility that justice won't be done.

I had to believe he would find her alive.

It wasn't like this, you have to understand.

It wasn't grey, it wasn't cold.

No flex of snow did drift and catch the bitter breeze.

No.

It was hot and it was late after midnight of September 27, 2007.

Pretty secluded area next to a forest reserve.

So it was.

And it was clear and dark and still and vacant.

Here with a deep wood fought back against the decaying suburban sprawl.

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