women? both dark haired, both pretty, it was chillingly similar. a case about of unheard of places. in the history might apartment, it has not happened. then, finally, far from the city, the truth. revealed on a quiet country road. we got out of the car, and let out a screen. an act of courage, from a woman who refused to be a victim. i won. the woman in the icu was barely alive. her jaw shattered, into a dozen pieces. a one s beautiful face, unrecognizable, the rate of fire, the fall, and the massive, nearly fatal stroke. someone thought she would be dead by now. someone had fled into the night. some, killing women. and this one, deep in a coma, in the threshold of death, is the only chance to catch them, before he does it again. what happened here was spawned in a dark corner of the human condition. but the terrifying flaw forcing us to admit, yes, virginia, there is a bogeyman. and against him where the only weapons they had. the power of one family. a dete
the gas station had abducted her. i stuck out my hand and said, i appreciate it, and we shook hands. it was going on in the feet, and it is only in my hand, his body wasn t shaking, his arm wasn t shaking, i felt that shake, and i looked at him. and then i knew, i was shaking the hand of the last person who saw kenya alive, no doubt in my mind. i knew it in that instant. and you, knew at that moment, she was dead? yes. coming up, was he right? they were about to come across a disturbing clue. he was determined to raise something. everything. when dateline continues. i m scared of spiders too. i know it s not a big deal because i didn t scream. oh, i see. you didn t scream. no. so that s why it s not a big deal. should we play it back? do it. this what really happened replay is brought to you by progressive.
right. didn t sound right to the cops, either. but if they had nothing to hold travis on, he had been cooperative, forthcoming, concerned for kenya, and they let him go. as the meeting wrapped up, travis sidled up to tony, and started talking. he was crying, he was telling me in the cops, i would take care of her, i wish i could ve followed the run when i had done. i felt responsible for this. i just wished i could ve done more. travis, certainly, seemed sincere. his story, those strange, was consistent. maybe he was telling the truth, and that man that kenya met at the gas station had abducted her. i stood my head my said, i appreciate it, and we shook hands. it was going on in the feet, and it is only in my hand, his body wasn t shaking, his arm wasn t shaking, i felt that shake, and i looked at him. and then i knew, i was shaking the hand of the last person who saw kenya alive, no doubt in my