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 claimed her first. gut wrenching pain! my daughter, please, please don t let this be true! home alone on a sunny afternoon she vanished. we just said, oh my god! isn t 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? was she not? it tore us apart. for years they demanded answers, a struggle each day. then came the cold case squad with a new bag of tricks. i always felt that this was a case that could be solved. they wanted 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. welcome to dateline. tara ord was just 19. a beautiful young woman with bi
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? was she not? it tore us apart. for years they demanded answers, a struggle each day. then came the cold case squad with a new bag of tricks. i always felt that this was a case that could be solved. they wanted 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. welcome to dateline. tara was just 19. a beautiful young woman with big dreams. suddenly, she vanished. snatched from the safety of her own home. there was little evidence to go on, no witness to reveal who took tara or why. or so investigators thought. it would take years and a team of determined cold case detectives to uncover that long buried clue and the story that would blow this case wide open. here s k
They had a plan. As a mother, she fought and fought and fought. We just never gave up. Dont mess with a mother bear. Reporter it was a monday afternoon, a baking sun. A school bus made its methodical way among the residential streets of punta gorda, florida. Stopped and started and stopped again. It was inland now, miles from the harbor, the peace river, the center of the town whose warmth had drawn them to the gulf coast. The bus stopped in the middle of a quiet neighborhood. Driver opened the door. It was 3 45 p. M. We got off the bus and walked home. Reporter we means veronica ord, then almost 14 years old, and her younger brother, paul. And i remember halfway down the road, remembering that i forget my key. But the closer we got to the house, i had seen my sisters car. So i said, oh, okay, cool. You know, i dont i dont need the key. You know, shes home. Reporter then she noticed the door wasnt quite closed. It was closed, but it wasnt latched. Like you could just pull on it and the
What had happened . And who was behind it . Everything was a mystery. Was she still alive . Was she not . It tore us apart. For years they demanded answers, a struggle each day. Then came the cold case squad with a new bag of tricks. I always felt that this was a case that could be solved. They wanted justice just as bad as we did. As a mother she fought and fought and fought. We just never gave up. Dont mess with a mother bear. Im lester holt and this is dateline. Heres Keith Morrison with the knock at the door. A baking sun. A school bus made its methodical way among the residential streets of punta gorda, florida. Stopped and started and stopped again. It was inland now, miles from the the harbor, the peace river, the center of the town whose warmth had drawn them to the gulf coast. It stopped in the middle of a quiet neighborhood. Driver opened the door. It was 3 45 p. M. We got off the bus and walked home. Reporter we means veronica ord, then almost 14 years old, and her younger b
What had happened . And who was behind it . Everything was a mystery. Was she still alive . Was she not . It tore us apart. For years they demanded answers, a struggle each day. Then came the cold case squad with a new bag of tricks. I always felt that this was a case that could be solved. They wanted justice just as bad as we did. As a mother she fought and fought and fought. We just never gave up. Dont mess with a mother bear. Im lester holt and this is dateline. Heres Keith Morrison with the knock at the door. A baking sun. A school bus made its methodical way among the residential streets of punta gorda, florida. Stopped and started and stopped again. It was inland now, miles from the the harbor, the peace river, the center of the town whose warmth had drawn them to the gulf coast. It stopped in the middle of a quiet neighborhood. Driver opened the door. It was 3 45 p. M. We got off the bus and walked home. Reporter we means veronica ord, then almost 14 years old, and her younger b