As a new mother, I wanted only the best for my children. I hoped and dreamed for big plans in their lives. Our dream for Vicki became a nightmare on February 24, 1987. Vicki had a part-time job at a local convenience store. She and I spoke earlier in the day discussing her new haircut. When she did not come home from work, I began to worry; by midnight I was frantic. The police didnt seem worried, but my intuition told me different. When one day turned into a week, our life turned upside down. A young girl is found murdered in our small town. Friends and relatives put out posters. Where could...