Good morning all. Welcome to the second day of the 2018 TRS Halloween book party. I will be rewarding two lucky people who comment, a free print or digital copy of my new release, “Twisted Love”. Today I will be promoting the story, “Girl Not Forgotten”. This is a true story that took years to solve, due to the fact that one investigator would not give up to bring a young girls killer to justice.
When a frantic thirty-six-year-old Jake Buford drove to the police station to report his thirteen-year-old daughter missing, little did the father of three realize she was already dead and buried.
The brown-haired man with a thick mustache, built like a lumberjack, recalled how the middle-aged and pleasantly plump dispatcher had looked up at him blankly and quietly said. “Has your daughter been missing for at least twenty-four hours?”
He told her “no,” and she nonchalantly told him the girl was probably hanging out with friends and would return home shortly. She then returned to her snack. When Jake told her, he and his older daughter and ex-wife, had contacted everyone the young girl knew, the dispatcher shrugged her shoulders while washing her sandwich down with a soda.
Jake said he felt his fear for his missing daughter, turning to anger at this arrogant, non-caring person who took his dilemma with a grain of salt. He again asked her to allow him to make an official report. She said “no exceptions,” then closed the window. The desperate father turned and left.
Jake returned after the required amount of time had expired. The dispatcher turned the report over to the missing persons detectives’, fifty-three-year-old Don Robers, a stout, seasoned cop with twenty-eight-years under his belt. Happily married to his wife of twenty-six years, the dark-eyed poker player was familiar with frantic parents. He also knew that most children Holly Buford’s age were rebellious and probably hiding at a friend’s house. He believed she would return home as soon as she thought her parents understood her or bought her that new album by Madonna or Cindy Lauper, performers that so many youngsters Holly’s age were crazy about.