women? both dark haired, both pretty, it was chillingly similar. a case about of unheard of places. in the history might apartment, it has not happened. then, finally, far from the city, the truth. revealed on a quiet country road. we got out of the car, and let out a screen. an act of courage, from a woman who refused to be a victim. i won. the woman in the icu was barely alive. her jaw shattered, into a dozen pieces. a one s beautiful face, unrecognizable, the rate of fire, the fall, and the massive, nearly fatal stroke. someone thought she would be dead by now. someone had fled into the night. some, killing women. and this one, deep in a coma, in the threshold of death, is the only chance to catch them, before he does it again. what happened here was spawned in a dark corner of the human condition. but the terrifying flaw forcing us to admit, yes, virginia, there is a bogeyman. and against him where the only weapons they had. the power of one family. a dete
the message said hey, hey, this is travis, the guy with the creepy white van, smiley face. did you get home okay? travis? who was travis? nobody in kenya circle of friends had ever heard of anybody name travis. i kept calling, i kept leaving these messages. no answer. no calls back. at this point, the mysterious travis, and the creepy white van, was the only possible lead in their daughter s disappearance. they filed a missing persons report, but it was too soon, the police told them, to start an investigation. so, alone, they panicked. we were running around like chickens with our heads cut off. we didn t know what to do. we were starting to freak out. we re just trying to determine what we have to do. then, one terrifying day later, they finally returned tony s cause. he had some stunning news about the whereabouts, and just who she might be with. coming up the dinner that she was
sending text around 11 pm. of course, her phone kept receiving texts, practically, all night. her boyfriend started to text or saying, where are you? are you being good? you aren t contacting me? the next morning, detects continued from kenya s friends. all, asking where she was. then, there was a dead area, and then the next test that came in was about 7 pm that night. but this one? this one jumped off the screen. it was plain weird. hey, this is travis, the guy with the creepy white van, smiley face. did you get home okay? travis? who was travis? nobody in kenya circle of friends had ever heard of anybody name travis. i kept calling, i kept leaving these messages. no answer. no calls back. at this point, the mysterious travis, and the creepy white van, was the only possible lead in their daughter s