and this is dateline. i was robbed of my sister. i had to grow up without one. in an instant, she was gone. and it changed everything. she dreamed of a career solving crimes but crime came for her first. i prayed, my daughter, please don t let this be true. home alone on a sunny afternoon, she vanished. i said, oh my gosh, is this one of her earrings. earrings in the carpet, ribbons on the ground. tire tracks on the lawn. there was evidence of a violent struggle. what had happened? and who was behind it? everything was a mystery. was she still alive? it tore us apart for years they demanded answers. a struggle each day. then came the cold case file with a new bag of tricks. i always felt that this was a case to be solved. they wanted us justice just as bad as we did. as a mother, she fought and fought and fought. we just never gave up. don t mess with a mother bear. hello and welcome to dateline. tara was just 19 with a beautiful young wo
then suddenly she vanished. snatch from the safety of her own home. there was no evidence to go on. no witness to review who took her and why. force them investigators thought it would take years and a team of determine cold case detectives to uncover that long buried clue and the story that would blow this case wide open. here is keith morrison with the knock at the door. it was a monday afternoon. a baking sun. a school bus made its methodical way around the medical streets of punta gorda, florida. stopped and started, stopped again. it was inland now. miles from the harbor, the peace river, the center of town. who would warmth header on them to the golf course. the bus stop to in the middle of a quiet neighborhood. the driver opened the door. it was 3:45 pm. we got off the bus and walk home. we, means veronica ord, then almost 14 years old. and her younger brother paul. i remember halfway down the road, remembering i had forgotten my key. the closer we got to the house, i sa
dateline. i tara was just 19 with a beautiful young woman with big dreams. then suddenly she vanished. snatch from the safety of her own home. there was no evidence to go on. no witness to review who took her and why. force them investigators thought it would take years and a team of determine cold case detectives to uncover that long buried clue and the story that would blow this case wide open. here is keith morrison with the knock at the door. it was a monday afternoon. a baking sun. a school bus made its methodical way around the medical streets of punta gorda, florida. stopped and started, stopped again. it was now. miles from the harbor, the peace river, the center of town. who would warmth header on them to the golf course. the bus stop to in the middle