made it just about impossible. i did not sleep at all. it was like such an it was like such an amalgamation of sadness and fear and love and excitement. what kept us going was the baby. a new life is always a reason for hope. the situation with lesley and lyle both missing was leaving the family feeling hopeless. so they called the lapd. aasha and jesse couldn t get into the herring condo but police could. officers went inside and found nothing that looked unusual. they also found no lyle and no lesley. aasha worked the phones, friends and relatives knew nothing. then she reached lyle s boss who said he hadn t heard from lesley but he thought he had seen lyle on tuesday which was the day after lesley missed work. no less confused, aasha decided it was time to file miss thing persons report. we went to the police station and we gave them a picture of lesley and the guy.
and the herrings condo complex in the hollywood hills to see what, if anything, they could find there. lesley s car is there in her assigned parking spot. that made it feel heavier. like her all of a sudden, her car is here and she s not answering the phone. they went into the building to not timelessly in lyle s front door. aasha wondered if leslie, who suffered from migraines, might be sick inside. but they re knocking got no response. they waited and waited. they return to the garage where they saw a man parking in the spot next on lesley s. we said hey, have you seen the woman who owns this car? he said i haven t seen her, but i saw her husband yesterday. that was strange. so aasha and jesse waited in the car by the front gate. if that neighbor was right, maybe they would find lyle when he came home from work. i remember a few cars coming
the front desk walked aasha, jesse and their baby back to detectives. we went back to the detectives and we explained everything about lesley and about how worried we were. we didn t know what was going on. lyle and lesley were both missing and unreachable. maybe they were together. may be they weren t. maybe they were safe. and maybe they weren t. my instincts are that there s something suspicious going on. i still don t know what it is. they could have both taken off. i don t know these people. they live a pretty isolated lifestyle. but from the things i ve found so far, it seems suspicious. gable checked hospitals, coroner s offices and the highway patrol and came up with exactly nothing. he put out a bolo, be on the look out for, asking police throughout southern california to look for
feeling hopeless. so they called the lapd. aasha and jesse couldn t get into the herring condo but police could. officers went inside and found nothing that looked unusual. they also found no lyle and no lesley. aasha worked the phones, friends and relatives knew nothing. then she reached lyle s boss who said he hadn t heard from lesley but he thought he had seen lyle on tuesday which was the day after lesley missed work. no less confused, aasha decided it was time to file that missing persons report. we went to the police station and we gave them a picture of leslie and the guy said, thank you, and he pushed her picture on a pile. in california, i m sure, i don t know how many people go missing, especially in hollywood, in a day.
close to the house, if you just bumped your head. and why did jaime take a dark road to the hospital, when he could ve taken a much faster, nearby highway? do you think that was odd? that was super odd to me. so, jessie decided to take a bold step. she put her amateur detective hat on and called jaime. you decided to record the call that you had with him. i did report it. what in your gut was telling you to record this call? i m not sure what s told me to do it. i m surprised i did it because i was in such shock, but i knew in my heart that something else happened. i wanted to hear what he had to say. she asks jamie how he got knocked out when the jeep crashed. what did you hit your head on? probably the rule bar, most likely, or the door, i don t know. jesse was most concerned about her and s final moments. i just don t want her to