The Bloodhound's nose sniffed at the ground with furious concentration, tracing a path from the

wing's kitchen and out the back door of their home on Church Street in Oakland, Maine. But just as quickly as he caught scent of the trail,

the dog stopped. At the edge of the pavement on Water Street, the trail disappeared.

Patricia Wing hadn't been seen in over 24 hours.

As a 29-year-old mother of five, it was highly unusual. Her husband, Wendell, and her youngest son Harvey, were both

home and sleeping that afternoon, and a sink full of dirty dishes remained from the lunch she'd just made for her four older children.

But beyond that, Patricia left no clues, no indication that when she left the house that day, it would be for the last time.

The case that unraveled from that June afternoon

would reveal secrets kept from spouses.

An imperfect investigation in a small rural county, and a compelling case by the defense

that is still questioned to this day.

Was it all a big unfortunate accident.

I'm Kylie Lowe and this is the case of Patricia Wing on Dark Down East.

It was noontime on Tuesday, June 3rd, 1958, and all five of the wing children were home for lunch.

Their mother, Patricia Wing, made each of them their sandwiches, and they ate them with gusto and then the four oldest

James, Penelope, Michael, and Taffy returned to school after their meal.

As she always did in the afternoon, Patricia put her youngest, Harvey, down for a nap.

Patricia's husband, Wendell Wing, was also home at the time, though he was asleep. I imagine her shushing the kids around the lunch table, hoping

not to stir their sleeping Papa Bear. Wendell was a truck driver with main freightways. His overnight halls meant he had a

nocturnal sleep schedule and so after arriving home earlier that morning and

briefly greeting his wife as she started her day he turned in for some shut-eye.

Just before 3 p.m. Wendell's eyes flickered open.

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