with her folks. mark was already very successful, 10 years older, a successful nose and throat doctor. i had gotten through a stint at chicago and we were making jokes about the medical mill. hit it off right off the bat? we went to dinner. it was a thursday and i spend thursday, friday, saturday, sunday with him. by monday i was enamored and smitten. reporter: within months michelle moved out of her parents home and into mark s apartment. the whirlwind was on. you look beautiful. for a southwest chicago girl whose father was a pipe fitter, this is head turning stuff. i love you, baby. her new love was a philosophy quoting poetry writing renaissance man.
dollars a month. even a man with expensive tastes such as mark could live large on a cash flow like that. according to writer, buzz, he did. at home uniform maids, a personal trainer and a masseuse. he would go on spending sprees, lived in a $2.5 million condominium and had three drivers on call. who could have known in those first bliss full days as the music played and champagne flowed how it would all end. certainly not his bride, michelle. a northwest indiana doctor is on the run and left behind serious troubles. in the weeks and months after her husband left her in greece, michelle was bound and determined to find out why her husband had abandoned her. coming up, flying low and living large.
in the weeks after her husband had abandoned her in greece, michelle examined every memory she had of mark weinberger. she is the hostess and is the mostess. turning each fragment over in her unreliable mind as if seeing it for the first time. i have markey to myself. i m holding him as a prisoner. none of it made any sense to michelle. hadn t they had it all? money, youth, even happiness? what on earth she wondered could have caused him to chuck it all without a note of explanation. november 1st was our three year anniversary, a bit of a turning point for me. prior to that, i still believed wholeheartedly he was going to send for me. if he sent for me i would have went with him. really? i would have, yes. that day came and went with no
man i had ever met. really a prince charming? absolutely. the night before he vanished, mark had seemed so happy, posing with a dinnertime picture with michelle and a friend. now, he was gone. by mid-afternoon, michelle was a frantic ball of nerves. clearly, mark was not out jogging as the yacht captain said earlier that morning she demanded answers. the captain said, will tell you where he is now because you re on the brink of having a nervous breakdown. he bought some kind of present for you in town and took a jet to paris to finish the present and will come back by the end of the day, when the sun comes up. reporter: that story didn t surprise michelle. for the past few days, mark had been acting like man planning something big. he was always running and doing something. i said, this is our vacation, time to spend together.
once the story grew cold, michelle resigned herself to the probability mark weinberger was gone forever. i had hoped that he would be caught, but i thought there was a really good chance that he would die on the run in europe and nobody would know where he was. then in december 2008, four years after mark weinberger left her with just a passport and 1,000 euros, michelle kramer got a call from the fbi and asked her to do an interview with america s most wanted. the fbi hoped i would help them. i had stopped doing a lot of media at that point. i was focusing on my career and trying to move forward. but i thought, okay, i ll help with the investigation. i felt like i really needed an answer from him. it was a long shot, michelle thought, another pointless appeal broadcast into the ether. he s probably living the high life again somewhere in the