she had missed a meeting and then not to hear from her, this isn t right. it would have been impossible to get up every day knowing that she was gone. i had to believe we would find her alive. text her, she always got right back. i ve seen her step out of the shower to answer her phone. then one day she didn t. immediately, my spidey senses were high. where was nailah? i sent her an e-mail, all caps, are you alive? there was no sign of her. and such a confusing trail of clues, even the calls to 911 were silent. no voice, no struggles could be heard. this could be kind of eerie. yes, it is. in my heart, i knew she s not coming back. one of the suspects had an alibi, until a camera caught him in a lie. he lived a life of a lot of smoke and mirrors. and the strangest clue of all. there in an empty parking lot. six perfectly stacked cardboard boxes. why were they there? what was in them? it was right adjacent to a lagoon. wow. i watch en
and such a confusing trail of clues, even the calls to 911 were silent. no voice, no struggles could be heard. this could be kind of eerie. yes, it is. in my heart, i knew she s not coming back. one of the suspects had an alibi, until a camera caught him in a lie. he lived a life of a lot of smoke and mirrors. and the strangest clue of all. there in an empty parking lot. six perfectly stacked cardboard boxes. why were they there? what was in them? it was right adjacent to a lagoon. wow. i watch enough dateline to know that s probably not a good sign. hello and welcome to dateline. when nailah franklin vanished, her close-knit family was frantic to find her. a woman with a thriving career and a handsome new boyfriend. she was building the life she d always dreamed of. then suddenly there was silence. which was quite unlike her. a trail of clues led detectives to one of chicago s most exclusive neighborhoods. but would those clues lead them
This is dateline. She missed a meeting, the not to hear from her, this isnt right. It would have been impossible to get up every day knowing that she was gone. I had to believe we would find her alive. Texture, she always got right back. Then one day, she didnt. Immediately my spidey senses were hot. Where was natalie . I sent her an email, all caps, are you alive . There was no sign of her in such a confusing trail of clues. Even calls to 911 were silent. No voice, no struggles can be heard. In my heart, i knew shes not coming back. One of the suspects had an alibi, until a camera caught him in a lie. It was a lot of smoke and mirrors. And, the strangest clue of all, there in an empty parking lot six perfectly stacked cardboard boxes. Why were they there . What was in them . Welcome to dateline. When Nailah Franklin vanished, her family was frantic to find her. A trail of clues led detectives to one of chicagos most exclusive neighborhoods, but with those clues lead them to nailah . H
it was hot and it was late, after midnight, september 27th, 2007. pretty secluded area next to a forest preserve. so it was. and it was clear and dark and still and vacant. here where the deep wood fought back against the decaying suburban sprawl. and then, nothing was clear at all. i never cried this violent cry. you re experiencing everything but it s not you. you re just waiting to wake up. it just feels like you re literally in a nightmare. yes, still does. the name you ll want to remember is nailah. the meaning was one who succeeds. this is nailah s mother, maria. i wanted her to be successful and she was. she lived her name. quite true. as, frankly, have the rest of them in this big family. this is leah, the first born. we might need a graph or a chart because it s kind of involved.
the life she d always dreamed of. then suddenly there was silence. which was quite unlike her. a trail of clues led detectives to one of chicago s most exclusive neighborhoods. but would those clues lead them to nailah? here is keith morrison with smoke and mirrors. it was hot and late, after midnig midnight, september 27th, 2007. pretty secluded area next to a forest preserve. so it was. and it was clear and dark and still and vacant. here where the deep wood fought back against the decaying suburban sprawl. and then, nothing was clear at all. i never cried this violent cry. you re experiencing everything but it s not you. you re just waiting to wake up. it just feels like you re literally in a nightmare. yes, still does. the name you ll want to remember is