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December 9 - December 13, 2024
Angela tried to smile, but ended up simply nodding at Thomas. “Anyway,” Catherine said, pointing at her husband’s neck, “if you get any more bug bites, you’ll not have to worry about malaria as much as needing a blood transfusion. It looks like Dracula got to you.” Bill put his hand to his neck. “I had an allergic reaction to the bug spray,” he said.
Is this The Theif who is currently in prison? Obviously, he's the one who is strangeling himself along with his victims. Does he bury their bodies in concrete so they are never found?
A sliver of morning sunlight slanted through the side window of the garage and struck the diamonds of the necklace, brilliantly highlighting the green peridot they encircled.
Bill hid a victims jewlery?
It was simply in her genes. Her DNA was programmed to see things others missed, to connect dots that looked scattered and incongruent to everyone else.
Is she angelas daughter?
his attorney had been in constant contact with him regarding the details of his impending release. But for the last two weeks, his attorney had been silent and unreachable.
Rorys dad?
“What ever happened to her? The autistic woman?” Lane tapped the file with his finger. “Her name was Angela Mitchell. He killed her before she had a chance to testify.”
Who was it???
Today marks the 38th anniversary of my dear friend Angela Mitchell’s disappearance. So many decades later, and there are still no leads on the case. Few members of the Chicago Police Department even remember Angela, and those that do are long retired and gave up hope long ago of discovering what really happened to her during the summer of 1979. Those of us who are part of this online community looking for answers know that no resolutions were provided during the farce of a trial that took place in 1980. With each passing year, it seems more and more likely that the only one who could shed
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She must be alive if the killer plans to track her down after release
looked at Leonard Williams’s driver’s license again. Her vision narrowed to focus on his address. He lived in Forest Glen, the same neighborhood where Samantha Rodgers’s body had just been discovered.
Too soon to be named as the killer?
is this a red herring
She walked closer to get a better look. Bolted to the ceiling was an M-shaped wooden beam. Five pulleys were fastened at each point of the M, through which thick rope was strung. The rope hung down from each end of the beam like the loose limbs of a willow tree. Six feet separated the two ends of the rope. Angela walked even closer. Attached to each end of the rope was a strap of red nylon tied in a noose.
THIS IS THE PLACE. This has to be bills doing.
As she slipped the diamonds through the piercings in her earlobes, her mind could think of nothing but the necklace she had found hidden at the bottom of the picnic basket in her garage.
Again, was the necklace a victims that bill hid in her garage?
Samantha was wearing a peridot-and-diamond necklace she had received for her graduation the month before. The police are approaching all city and suburban pawn shops to see if a necklace matching the parents’ description will be found, hoping for the first lead in the summer’s missing persons cases. The necklace in question carries an engraving of the victim’s initials and birth date on the back: SR 7-29-57.
THE GARAGE NECKLACE
“Thomas Mitchell.”
!!
Climbing back into his truck, he pulled into the garage and immediately noticed the boxes and cartons on the shelf were out of place. He knew this part of the garage well. It’s where he hid his treasures.
It was him!
“Stop taking the Valium and come back in to the office.” Dr. Solomon continued to talk, his voice static-filled and echoing as he explained to Angela the findings from his exam. Angela let the receiver fall to her shoulder as she released her grip on it. It bounced off her chest and hung from the wall mount, twirling in a circle. She thought she heard Dr. Solomon’s voice again, asking if she was still there. Angela sunk to the floor, her back pressed against the wall. If the bottle of Valium was not empty, she’d have swallowed the rest of it.
She must be pregnant and rory her birth daughter?
As Frank entered the room, a strange sensation came over him. It felt as though a thousand sets of eyes were watching him. Then he realized why. Three of the four walls in the nursery contained built-in shelves. Each shelf was lined with antique china dolls in perfect rows, three on each shelf. They looked immaculate as they glowed under the lighting with their unblinking eyes focused on him. “He mustn’t ever find her,” the woman said.
Greta?
“I tried to save you. There was too much blood.”
Angela mustve died during childbirth
