>> had a birthday cake and nobody to blow out the candles. >> obsessed with finding cindy, their runaway, looking at the mall, on the street, how many times did a young blond teen with a similar build catch their eye for just a moment? once late at night, the authorities in detroit called ed. >> a body had come up at the morgue and asked if i would come down and identify because it had similarities of cindy. >> were you relieved when you left the morgue that day and it wasn't your cindy? >> yes. yes. >> so there was still a flicker of hope out there? >> yes. >> cindy's best friend from the second grade, where they won every three-legged race together, had moved on to high school. cindy's father was the school custodian. >> and i remember seeing him in the hallways and just the broken look on his face. i can't even imagine, you know, as a parent myself, what that must have been like, to watch her friends grow up around him every day and not have his