Our card this week is Susan Tarascovitz, the eight of spades from Massachusetts.

Twenty-seven-year-old Susan, better known as Sue, was the kind of woman most people would

describe as a breath of fresh air or a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day.

But late one night in 1992, Sue's brightness was suddenly and brutally put out.

For the past three decades, law enforcement has spent countless hours unraveling the tangled

web of mysteries and dark secrets laid behind her murder.

I'm Ashley Flowers, and this is the death.

If you've been a bride before, you may know the feeling of going to get your wedding dress

fitted, and the memories made with that special family member or friend that you've made

tag along.

For me, that was my mom, and for Debbie Tarascovitz, that was supposed to be her younger sister,

Sue.

But Monday, September 14, 1992 didn't go at all as planned.

That morning, Debbie said at her parents' home in August, Massachusetts, waiting for Sue,

who was supposed to be off work and arriving any minute now.

But Debbie's excitement was interrupted by the home phone ringing.

She picked it up, probably expecting to hear Sue's voice, letting her know she was running

behind.

But instead, it was a man claiming to be Sue's supervisor at the Boston Logan International

Airport, where Sue was employed as a ramped supervisor for Northwest Airlines.

To Debbie's surprise, the supervisor asked if Sue was there, at her parents' house where

she lived, which was a confusing question, I'm sure, because Sue worked the graveyard

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