janet gomez: she was like, are you with kenia? and i said, no, i thought she was with you. somehow she disappeared. she was, like, are you with kenya? and i say u no, i thought she w with you. where was she? and clues on the surveillance tape and strange stories from a witness. and then another beauty. this one left for dead. she was unrecognizable. was evil stalking young women? both dark haired. both pretty girls. it was chillingly similar. a place that led to unheard of t places. and then finally, far from the city, the truth revealed on a quiet country road. he got out of the car. and let out this scream. and an act of courage from a woman who refused to be a victim. and i won. and i won. the woman barely alive. her jaw shattered in a dozen pieces. aaten once-beautiful face unrecognizable after the brutal beating, the rape, the fire, the fall, the massive, nearly-fatal stroke. someone thought she would be deadgh now. someone who fled into the night
don t sound right. it just don t sound right. didn t sound right to the cops, either, but they had nothing to hold travis on. he d been cooperative, forthcoming, concerned for kenya. so they let him go. as the meeting wrapped up, travis sidled up to tony and started talking. he was crying. he s telling me, you know, i promised i would take care of her. i feel responsible for this, you know, wish i could have done more. travis seemed sincere. his story, though strange, was consistent. maybe he was telling the truth, and that man kenya met at the gas station had abducted her. stuck my hand out, said appreciate it. and we shook hands. when i shook his hand, it was as if an earthquake was going on under his feet. and it was only in his hand that i could feel his arm wasn t shaking, his body wasn t shanging, there was no quivering, but i felt that shake, and i knew i had shaken the hand of the last person who