the car is long gone now so we did this one up to look just like it. and quite often she d get in her little car alone and go roaring off to school or to meat markets like the local red onion was back then. i know she was going to the red onion. i never went there with her, so i don t know what she was like. and then that night in march. kids off to bed. their son mike jr. was just a boy, 10 years old. i was in bed. i had just got a new stereo for my 10th birthday and was listening to the headphones. from his bed, he could see something happening out in the hallway. i remember them getting into an argument which was unusual. because they just didn t? not that i knew of. i remember her marching past and going out the front door and slamming the door. you heard the slam? i heard the slam of the front door. i know that. and the next morning we got up and she wasn t there.
i thought that was kind of cool. all those football athlete friends. mike stepped up and married her after the baby was born. he was a good father. he just seemed to really enjoy his kids. enjoyed carol s family, too. especially her dad, milt. so mike became kind of like his son. milt brought young mike into the family house painting business. just took to him immediately. was always a very likable person. friendly. loyal, but not exactly ambitious. he didn t seem to find settling down to a modest existence. him and the two kids crammed in a house in torrence. but carol did mind it, very much. she may have outgrown him somewhat. she d had a secret affair by then. maybe more than one. she got herself a cute little red car, an audi fox, ordered personalized plates, cj s fox.
or something worse? more than a week after carol day peered, still absolutely no sign of her. and then something strange happened here at the house. something very strange. could it be that carol, unbeknownst to anyone, sneaked back in here when nobody else was around? imagine what it was like back then in that little house. mike thinking things over. on a hunch he said he placed tape on carol s dresser drawers. a little trap. one day he took the kids to universal studios and, sure enough, when they returned, he noticed the tape was broken. and some mail on the counters was moved as well. a few weeks later, it happened again. some of carol s clothes went missing. along with some money from a place no burglar would know to look. under the butter dish in the refrigerator where mike said they kept $100 in emergency cash. and now $60 was missing. just like carol, said her sister
now in this very public way, they knew that carol was double digit and he there, sweet mike, killed her. the whole truth? was it actually out there somewhere? and so on the cold and foggy january day, mike surrounded by cops and lawyers floated out into the mist to find carol. find whatever was left. if they find the cinder block in the ocean, if they find that, that will give me half of the closure i need. she didn t get it because after the boat ride, he admitted the ocean tale was one more lie. perhaps it was find finally for the sake of his son who never abandoned him that he finally passed a polygraph and led investigators to the place he said mike s mother had been all these years. police searched the area, but once again were unable to locate