she didn't drive, so he took her home. dropped her off before midnight. but something else, something earlier that friday, that bothered the waring's, at first, was terrifying them now. and the more they thought about it, the worse it seemed. just before she went to the drug store friday evening, she started telling her father about some problem. saying that she felt like she, perhaps, had unintentionally gotten herself in trouble. and i said, well, why don't you tell me about that? and she wouldn't tell me any details. was she clearly worried? she was concerned-- clearly worried. --about something. keith morrison: naturally, they told the police about that. but nothing came of it. and as air thickened into a steamy august, the weeks that passed brought no new leads, just tourists clamoring for the cool shade of historic carriage rides. and kate waring, the urgency of finding her, began to fade. [music playing] and that was driving me nuts.