what if you were ripped away from your family? you live in fear, it changes you. kidnapped by a killer? i came out of the back, just really messed up. held for years as a prisoner. and what if prosecutors never believed you? bobbi parker was not the woman she was betraying as yourself. absolutely. it was a mystery, with a mind-boggling twist. this wife and mom, taken hostage. was she really a hostage at all? their relationship was not one of kidnap or and victim, it was one of husband and wife. his prisoner, or his lover? i really do love you. sounds like a pretty heartfelt love letter. in this hour, she shares her side of the story. will you believe her? i was fighting for my life. hello, and welcome to you dateline . i m craig melvin. bobbi parker was a prison officials wife, a teacher, living a quiet life with her beautiful family in granite, oklahoma. until the day she went missing. for more than ten years, her family waited and hoped. a
grandfather! he was 85, and i was 18. it was horrifying. a place where they had no voice, and no choice. i finally just said, okay! with tears streaming down my face. but rebecca her sister, defying the leader who ruled them all. he said they will be destroyed in the flesh. instead, she got out and helped uncover the truth about this powerful profit. this is a horrible thing to listen to. a sinister secret caught on tape! now prepare, dear sister it will just rock you! for too long, he alluded the law. could she bring the him down? i looked him in the eyes as if to say. we meet again! it is a long way home. back to that place tucked away between the towering [inaudible] of utah. the place where you have been in that other lifetime. it is tough to be back. brings up a lot of things that are still really raw. then when she was known as sister becky. and wore those colorful prairie dresses. and piled up her long and braided hair. and shared a
could this murder had been deliberately. she was murdered. i loved sarah. i would never have hurt her. sarah crying because i felt so bad for her. there is just no chance that he had anything to do with it. three trials, three juries. we are scared that the truth may not come out. sometimes the shades are drawn early in a marriage. even for a young couple so in love like newlyweds sarah and ryan. everything in life was still fresh. even at home on your average monday night. after his workday as a sports writer, ryan said he plop down on the sofa on an august night to chill with the bengals preseason opener against green bay. sarah, he says, went upstairs to draw a bat in the bathroom. she liked her calling baths. the young dental hygienists had been tormented with more of her headaches that afternoon. the young couple in the suburban state in that the home that evening had been married for just under four months. 114 days to be exact. they vowed till dea
listen to. a sinister secret caught on tape! [inaudible] it will just rock you! for too long, he alluded the law. could she bring the him down? i looked him in the eyes as if to say. we meet again! it is a long way home. back to that place tucked away between the towering [inaudible] of utah. the place where you have been in that other lifetime. it is tough to be back. brings up a lot of things that are still really raw. then when she was known as sister becky. and wore those colorful prairie dresses. and piled up her long and braided hair. and shared a husband with more than 60 other women. it was here in this place that they call short crick or just, the crick. here is where it happened. a lot of it is the same, a lot of it has changed. i m not the same person that i was either. her name is rebecca musser. she has come back to the crick for the first time in years. hoping to find family and friends that she left behind. anyone, that is, who might a
police started with the men in her life. was one of them behind her death? everybody was a suspect. the estranged husband you know you are a person of interest? the ex. the brand-new boyfriend. somebody knew that we were seeing each other and didn t like it. and the unbelievable thing that, they were all there in the morning of the murder. so who did it? my stomach was in my throat. all of us were a little taken aback. it was really hard for my brain to wrap around that. it was early morning, still dark. the spring air was a cold blanket around the pick up parked and running near the main street of little glendive, montana. at 5:20 am, the passenger side door open a woman stepped out and hurried across the and the street to the entrance to her downtown apartment. her coat, disheveled. her bra slung over one arm. the man s i followed her through the dark. john as other men s eyes were, like moths to flame. to her. to the woman now crossing the sidewal