towards new york city, and all over the long island sound, people are saying we have one day to prepare. we have saturday. this storm is coming in a hurry. the landfall time has been up, saturday morning. we are still dealing with it as a tropical storm. it did not reach hurricane intensity quite yet. it s getting sheared and now heading towards the north finally. nine miles per hour. anna cherney to new england, it will parallel the coastline of the carolinas. how about that band at the end to the left? very unusual, doesn t happen that often. it s kind of similar to that band as to what sandy did. sandy is a different beast. it was much, much larger. sandy was a huge immense storm. this may be the same intensity but size wise no comparison. this storm will have its own problems. you notice that the winds will quickly die off, by the time we get to monday morning, wind damage is done. the wind damage of the storm is as three go throughout sunday. it s already getting close t
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marie was a very loving person. she had a heart of gold. what happened to this woman? my job is to be a truth teller and seek out the truth. i wanted to solve it. reporter: her case was a mystery for years. the mom with the tender heart and tough-as-nails career. she was part of the sheriff s department. her ultimate goal was to try to get into the fbi. reporter: she d found a new sense of purpose in the church. her pastor and his wife, like family. they had taken her in, they were helping her out. i was like, i m proud of you, you re finding god. reporter: then, one baffling text. and she was gone. i go, i know i probably watch a lot of law and order but i have this really gut feeling. because i was a mom, i just knew she didn t leave on her own. there was no way she left that baby. reporter: two moms at opposite ends of a mystery. could one get justice for the other? this case for sure was an investigator s worst nightmare. reporter: soon, clues to a
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i think he got stuck in the mud. brandi and her kids live in a rambling house next to one of those big farms in colusa county. idyllic life out here. quiet, predictable. until the saturday afternoon that little boy appeared. like magic, from the sunflower fields. couldn t have been more than seven years older so. what did he say? he said that his dad was on fire and he needed to call for help. on fire? how could that be? he was serious? he was serious, very serious. once he started to talk, was he making sense? yes. he was able to talk the whole time. answer whatever questions i had. there was no hesitation. randi called 9-1-1, passed along details as related to her by the little boy. as they waited for the fire department to arrive, brandi began tending to the boy. fabian ayala. i took the water to drink and then i rinsed all the mud off and checked under his shirt to see if there were major injuries. were you hurt? no. not at all. this is fabian