In the shadowy corners of Michigan's towns and beyond, mysteries linger, unsolved.

Her family is not heard from her sense.

Waiting for answers.

If you see her or that car, call 911.

From cold cases that defy logic to the crimes that haunt the Great Lakes region.

Right now there is no trace.

This is the already gone podcast.

John Rodney McRae was born in the quiet Detroit suburb of Belleville, Michigan on November 20th,

1934. His father, John Alexander McRae, was an auto worker who dabbled in real estate.

His mother, Josephine Smith McRae, taught kindergarten at the local Lakeview School.

According to Rodney, he had a younger sister Joan who didn't have to lift a finger around the house.

Something he would later say made him feel bitter and resentful.

From the outside, John appeared to have every chance at a typical American upbringing.

When he was still young, the McRays moved briefly to Fort Wayne, Indiana, where John attended a military school.

But after a few years, the family returned to Michigan in 1946, settling in to suburban life in St. Clair Shores.

John enrolled at the local high school where he joined the football team, worked a paper route,

and waited tables at a lakeside restaurant during the summer. Neighbors and friends recalled a

teenager who seemed bright and active, a well-rounded

athlete involved in school and community activities, but what they couldn't see or maybe refused to see

was the darker side quietly growing beneath the surface. Behind closed doors, John McRae was leading a

disturbing double life.

As police would later uncover, John had long been battling an uncontrollable inner compulsion.

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