I’ll never forget where I was on August 24, 2002. Going about my workday, then entering the breakroom to find my boss grimly glued to the TV. “I KNEW IT,” was all she managed to say. I think in our hearts we all did, but the burden of proof is evidence, and dear God did we get it that late summer day. It had been eight long months since Ashley Pond vanished on her way to the school bus in her hometown of Oregon City. Six months since her friend Miranda Gaddis went missing in exactly the same way.
As I watched a
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