search for kenya monge had both stalled, nearly five months after kenia vanished and still no sign of her. but one day, he got a call from the crime lab, requesting another dna sample of travelers for the fbi. i drove up there to get his dna. i walked in, laid down live a recorder. he didn t want to talk to any of the detectives in fort collins or anywhere. but he always talked to me. what s up, nash? why are you here? i am here because i have a warrant for you. and for the next two hours, like a couple of old college chums, the two shot that breeze about philosophy, books and religion. and of course the case of kenia, about which travis remained invasive. i said, listen travis, i ve been here a long time, i m done. i m done playing chess with you. you move one way, i will move another way. i m coming for you, i m telling you. the next time you see me, i will be charging you for murder. i said, what do you want out of this?
in a very dark corner of the human condition. by that terrifying flaw that forces us to admit that, yes, virginia, there really is a boogeyman. and against him were the only weapons they had was the power of one family, a determined cop and one remarkable gift in the face of evil. here s where it began. three months before that scene in the icu. this is the nightclub district denver, colorado, and people call this part of town lodo and short for lower downtown and very trendy. it was tonight before april fools day 2011 and a warm springy evening in denver. girls night out. an attractive 19-year-old kenya monge was headed to lodo to
on it, her father would discover a mysterious text from a stranger and who was it and could he lead them to kenya. here again is keith morrison. april 1st, 2011, dawn in denver, colorado, bright, springlike and for the friends of 19-year-old kenya monge, terrified. i just kept calling her and calling her. we were all worried and scared. where was she? kenya was supposed to have met her friends in a downtown bar tonight before and didn t show. and now she did not answer her phone, and not like kenya, not at all. we didn t know what happened and nobody knew nothing. kenya s friends truly frightened now kept texting, calling. but not a single lead turned up, no tips, no clues and no kenya.
strange stories from a witness. not one word of what he told me made any sense to me. and then another beauty, and this one left for dead. she was unrecognizable. was evil stalking young wome women? both dark haired and pretty girls and chillingly similar. a case that led to unheard of places. and in the history of my department, that has never happened. and then far from the scity, the truth revealed on a quiet country road. he got out of the car and let out a scream. in an act of courage from a woman who refused to be a victim. i won. chilling connections. h hello. welcome the dateline extra. i m craig melvin. kenya monge and lydia tillman were intelligent and hard working young women who were adored by friends and family. they didn t know each other, but their lives would be forever
another girlfriend. she was like, are you with kenya? and i said, no, i thought she was with you. that is when it all started. started. oh, it had more than started for kenya monge, swallowed up, by, well, whatever it was, some dark presence haunting the happy streets of logo. kenya s family starts to worry. had that dark presence whatever it might be come for their own daughter. coming up something is definitely wrong. something is wrong. that is when i went on the high alert. when chilling con nnections continues. continues.