Missing Frame — The Jean Spangler Story

Hollywood has always been good at vanishing acts. Stardom flickers into obscurity. Names are etched in sidewalk stars, then stepped over. But in October 1949, one woman didn’t just fade from the spotlight—she disappeared entirely.

Los Angeles, 1949. The city was a furnace with diamond teeth. 

“You want a name in lights? First, they’ll carve it in shadows. I learned that fast.”

The air smelled like exhaust and gardenia. Jean Elizabeth Spangler—5’6”, striking, 26 years old—had the kind of face directors remembered. Long dark hair, curled soft at the edges. Green-hazel eyes full of dare. Lips curled into a half-smile like she already knew your secret.

She wasn’t famous. Not yet. But she lived on the fringes of fame—the chorus line, the party crowd, the second glance on a studio lot. A dancer at Florentine Gardens. Extra work in Technicolor dreams: *When My Baby Smiles at Me*. *Young Man with a Horn*. You might’ve seen her. One blink in a wide shot. She moved like liquid joy.

Her life wasn’t some starlit fantasy. Behind the makeup and pasted-on grins, she was a single mother to five-year-old Christine. Divorced from Dexter Benner—a man who didn’t take losing custody lightly. Jean had clawed her way to independence: living with her mother Florence and sister-in-law Sophie, dodging bills, sewing hope into every hemline.

But she made space for fun. Friends said she was flirtatious, warm, quick with a laugh. Lipstick that left ghosts on coffee cups. Fast talk and louder laughter.

“People remember me smiling, and that’s fair. But I had grit, too. You don’t survive in this town on charm alone.”

**October 7, 1949 — The Last Known Day**

That afternoon, Jean slipped out of her Park La Brea apartment. Told Sophie she was meeting her ex-husband about child support, then off to a night shoot. Winked as she left, like she knew something the rest of us didn’t.

She phoned later to say she’d be working late.

But the Screen Extras Guild confirmed—Jean wasn’t scheduled to work that night.

She simply vanished.

**Griffith Park, October 9, 1949**

 “They say the city never sleeps, but the park does. It dreams in silence. That’s where they found my purse—like a whisper left behind.”

Two days later, a groundskeeper named Henry Angu spotted her handbag at the Fern Dell entrance of Griffith Park. The strap was torn—violently, or suddenly. Inside were her ID, compact, lipstick… and one note.

 “Kirk: Can’t wait any longer. Going to see Dr. Scott. It will work best this way while mother is away,”

It ended with a comma. As if she’d meant to come back to it. As if someone—or something—cut her off.

Police ruled out robbery—her sister-in-law said Jean hadn’t left with any money. More than 100 volunteers and 60 officers combed the 4,000-acre park.

They found nothing.

Well—nothing but a denim jail uniform, half-buried in the soil. Unrelated, they said.

But eerie.

 “They said I liked to flirt with danger. Maybe I did. But I never thought it would flirt back.”

Jean had been seen with two men before she vanished: **Davy “Little Davy” Ogul** and **Frank Niccoli**. Enforcers in Mickey Cohen’s crime syndicate. Both under indictment. Both dangerous.

And both—gone.

Ogul vanished on October 9, two days after Jean.  

Niccoli had disappeared earlier—his car keys found in a sewer.

People said they saw Jean with them in Palm Springs. In Vegas. One El Paso hotel clerk swore she checked in with the two men. Border agents thought she crossed into Mexico.

But there was no paper trail. No receipts. Just traces. Just shadows.

“They said I got around. Maybe I did. But I wasn’t careless. I was curious. There’s a difference.”

That note—"Kirk… Dr. Scott…" It echoed louder than any scream. It was Jean’s handwriting. It was unfinished.

Police interviewed every Dr. Scott in Los Angeles. No one admitted to knowing her. Not officially.

But L.A. has always had two maps. One you read. One you whisper.

In 1949, abortion was illegal—and terrifying. Women turned to backroom clinics. Retired med students. Strangers with dirty instruments.

Jean’s friends said she was three months pregnant. She hadn’t named the father. But she had said: “I’m going to take care of it.”

There were rumors. A man called “Doc” who worked the Sunset Strip. A fixer in the shadows.

But no one ever found him. Maybe he vanished when Jean did.

 “I wasn’t reckless. I was careful. But when you’re a woman in 1949 with a secret, your choices shrink fast.”

#### 🔪 *Botched Procedure*

She died during the abortion. The doctor panicked. Disposed of her body and planted the purse as a distraction.

#### 🎭 *Staged Disappearance*

Was the note a red herring? A final act? But why write it in her own purse—unless she meant for it to be found?

#### 💣 *Mob Involvement*

If Jean was pregnant by someone powerful—someone connected—was it all arranged? And when it went wrong… was silence the only outcome?

Despite the leads, "Dr. Scott" was never found. No one charged. Nothing confirmed.

Jean's mother, Florence, said a man named “Kirk” had picked her up before. Always stayed in the car.

The city moved on. But Christine waited.

 “They kept looking for me. In diners. In border towns. In the faces of strangers. I became a rumor with lipstick.”

The years that followed weren’t silent—they *rattled*. Sightings, whispers, near misses.

 A gas station attendant in Central California saw a distressed woman mouth:  

 “Have the police follow this car.”  

  The man drove off. The police never found them.

In El Paso, a customs agent swore Jean checked in with Ogul. Hotel staff confirmed her likeness. But there were no names in the ledger.

A 13-year-old girl in North Hollywood said she saw Jean in a car with an older man.  

 “She looked nervous,” she said.  

  The tip went cold.

 “I became a face in the fog. A name whispered in diners. A question no one could answer.”

 “It’s funny. They try to solve me like a puzzle, but I was never the kind with edges that fit.”

Even now—75 years later—these are the dominant theories:

#### 🧬 1. *The Secret Pregnancy*

The botched abortion theory remains the strongest. But there’s no body. And no “Dr. Scott.” 

However, there was Kirk. Jean had recently worked as an extra on the film Young Man with a Horn, alongside rising star Kirk Douglas. He later claimed he barely knew her. But the tabloids had questions. Was "Kirk" in the note him?

#### 🕴️ 2. *Mob Retaliation or Escape*

She fled—or was silenced. Ogul vanished too. The connection runs deep.

#### 👔 3. *The Ex-Husband*

Jean told her family she was meeting **Dexter Benner** that night. He denied it. His wife backed him.  

Benner had motive. He hated losing custody. After Jean disappeared, he got their daughter—and fled the state.

Just... plausibility.

#### 🧠 4. *The Black Dahlia Echo*

Two young starlets. Two unsolved disappearances. Both in Hollywood’s orbit.  

Coincidence? Or something colder?

#### 🧤 5. *Voluntary Disappearance*

Could she have staged it? Started over?

She had no funds. No passport. No one heard from her again. And she loved Christine fiercely.

 “If I ran, it wasn’t away—it was toward something.  

If I stayed, it wasn’t willingly.”

### 🎬 *A Cold Case Still Warm*

Jean Spangler’s case remains officially **open** in Los Angeles. No remains. No suspects. No closure.

 “Maybe I wasn’t meant to be solved,” she might’ve said.  

 “Just… remembered.”

Betrayed by the Badge: The Disappearances of Felipe Santos & Terrance Williams.

Felipe Maximino Santos was humble and hardworking, and his hobbies included basketball and soccer. He spoke fluent Spanish and limited English. He was born on January 1st, 1979, in Oaxaca, Mexico and was the second of five brothers.

Around the year 2000, Felipe moved to Florida and started working as an undocumented immigrant in the farm fields and construction sites. Most of his salary went back to his family.

In May 2003 Felipe's wife had given birth to a daughter. He loved being a father, and he didn’t go out much. He was most often seen going to and from work or the laundromat. Felipe's brother Salvador wrote that “His dreams were to get ahead, to have a home where he lived with his family.”

On October 14, 2003, 24-year-old Felipe woke up not feeling well. His wife told him to stay home from work, but he left at 6:30 am anyway. He was driving with two of his brothers to work at a concrete and masonry company when his white Ford Tempo collided with a Mazda Protege near the Green Tree Shopping Center, at the intersection of Airport-Pulling and Immokalee roads in North Naples. Afterwards, Felipe and the Mazda’s driver, Camille Lach, pulled into a gas station parking lot. Lach told an investigator that one of Felipe's brothers offered her money if she wouldn’t call the police. Lach called the police anyway.

Collier County sheriff’s deputy, Corporal Steven Henry Calkins, was dispatched to the scene. He arrived at 6:55 a.m. and quickly determined that the crash that caused minor damage had been Felipe's fault. Felipe had no driver's license and no insurance. Calkins cited Santos for reckless driving and driving without a license or insurance and placed him in his patrol car and drove away. Felipe has never been seen since.

Later in the afternoon, Felipe's construction foreman contacted the Collier County jail so his brothers could post bail, but he was told that Felipe had never been brought into either of the county jails. Calkins claimed that he changed his mind about the arrest, because Felipe was "polite and cooperative". "I decided to issue him citations for the offenses instead of taking him to the jail… I didn’t want to leave him by his car, ‘cause I was afraid he was gonna drive off, as I’ve seen in the past. Um, so I went down just a few blocks away to the Circle K store located on Immokalee Road and Winterview Drive. Once there, I brought the driver outside and we talked, and I issued him his citations and I gave him a copy of the crash report and I gave him back his car keys and I explained to him not to drive his car anymore until he could get a valid driver’s license."

Lach contradicted that report, stating that Calkins was agitated about Felipe's lack of documentation. "He just stated that he was tired of pulling people over that didn't have licenses."

There was no evidence that Felipe ever arrived at the Circle K. Calkins' whereabouts after leaving the site of the accident was uncertain for nearly two hours. It was also uncertain why Calkins would have driven him there. Felipe and his brothers weren’t far from work, and their foreman was on the way to pick them up.

Felipe's family started calling hospitals. They also wondered since Felipe was undocumented, that maybe he’d been picked up by immigration authorities.

On October 29, two weeks later, after Calkins submitted his incident report, Felipe's family filed a missing person's report, as well as a complaint against Calkins. 

The sheriff’s office opened an internal-affairs investigation and assigned it to Sgt. Doug Turner to the case. On November 4, Turner interviewed Calkins. Turner said that he had found Calkin's story a little odd. Turner wondered why Calkins didn’t take him to jail and to the Circle K instead. 

On November 27th, a judge issued a bench warrant for Felipe after he failed to appear in court. The same day Capt. Jim Williams reviewed the internal-affairs investigation cleared Calkins of any wrongdoing. He wrote "I can find no basis for linking Cpl. Calkins with the alleged disappearance of Santos … I believe that Calkins’s actions in this situation were reasonable, lawful and proper." Felipe's wife, Apolonia Cruz-Cortez, has questioned the quality of the investigation into the disappearance, citing the fact that she had not been interviewed by investigators.

On December 2, Calkins was exonerated of "carelessness in duty performance" in the disappearance of Felipe Santos.

Terrance Deon Williams was an easy going and quiet man who liked reading about Socrates. He was born on January 17th, 1976, in Chatanooga, Tennesse to Marcia Williams. Marica was 17 when she had Terrance, so she basically grew up with him. He was her little buddy, and they would do pretty much everything together.

When Terrance was a teenager himself, he became a father and would go on to have four children by four different women.

In the 1990's Terrance was charged with trespassing and spent time in prison for aggravated robbery.

In 2001, Marica moved to Naples, Florida and Terrance came along with her at got a job in construction and as a cook at Pizza Hut in Bonita Springs. He also moved in with Jason Gonzalez who was a co-worker of Marica's.

Terrance’s young son Tarik lived nearby with Marcia. Terrance and Tarik played video games and went to the mall together, and Terrance regularly cut Tarik’s hair. He was a skilled barber who dreamed of opening his own shop. 

On Sunday January 11th, 2004, 27-year-old Terrance attended a work party at a friend's house.

Monday, Terrance was driving to work in his 1983 Cadillac. He was due at work at Pizza Hut at 10.a.m. when a patrol car with its lights flashing pulled up behind him. Terrance pulled into a parking space at the Naples Memorial Gardens cemetery. He didn't have a license due to it being suspended for driving under the influence he also didn't have proper registration. 

Jeff Cross, a family service counselor, was standing on the porch of an administrative building at the cemetery as he watched Terrance and sheriff's deputy Steve Calkins get out of their vehicles. The deputy then patted Terrance down. Terrance kept patting his pockets and putting his hands in the air, making it clear he didn’t have a driver’s license. Calkins put Terrance in the back of the patrol car and drove away.

Sometime after noon that day, the Calkins returned to the cemetery to have the Cadillac towed away. At 12:49, he placed a recorded call to dispatch. It was answered by Cpl. Dave Jolicoeur, a patrol deputy who was filling in on the dispatch desk. 

Calkins: "Yes, this is One Alpha 30 North Naples could you run a VIN for me, please?"

Dispatch: "For 30 bucks. You gotta give me 30 bucks first."
Calkins: "How about 20?"
(Laughter)

(Inaudible)

Calkins: "I got a homie Cadillac on the side of the road here. Signal 11, signal 52, nobody around."(Signal 11- abandoned, and Signal 52-disabled.)

Calkins: "The tag comes back to nothin’, it’s a big old white piece of junk Cadillac,” Calkins said. “I’m towin’ it."

Calkins: "It’s gonna come back to one of the brothers up in Fort Myers."

(LAUGHTER)

Dispatch looked up the number in a database and told Calkins the vehicle had no assigned registration. 

(LAUGHTER)

Dispatch: "It’s a homes’ car."

Calkins: "We just drive it, man."

Dispatch: "We don’t follow no rules, sucka."

Calkins: "We just be driven' it, man."

Dispatch asked where the car was, the deputy said it was at the cemetery at the corner of Vanderbilt and 111th.

Calkins: "Maybe he’s out there in the cemetery. He’ll come back and his car will be gone."

At 1:12 p.m., Calkins called to ask for warrants check on Terrance D. Williams and said the date of birth was April 1st, 1975. It was not Terrence's real date of birth; it was a false one that he would sometimes give the police when he was in a jam. After this call, Calkins was unaccounted for nearly an hour; this period may actually be closer to two hours, as Calkins' claims of other activities are not corroborated by any documentation.

The next day Gonzalez woke up and looked at his phone and realized that he had numerous missed calls from Terrance. Terrance never returned home, and his mother hadn't heard from him either. Marica had a bad feeling and went to Collier County to report Terrance missing. They told her that he was an adult and that he was free to do what he wanted to do and shrugged her off.

Gonzalez called every hospital and police department, but Terrance was nowhere to be found. Terrance's family called every place they could think of and one of those places was a tow company. It turned out that Terrance's car had been from Naples Memorial Cemetery after obstructing traffic and the officer that had it towed was Deputy Steve Calkins of the Collier County Sheriff's Department.

Marica went to the cemetery to talk to the workers. They told her that a Calkins had pulled Terrance over and had put him in the back of the cruiser and drove away with him. The name on the name tag was Steve Calkins. Before Calkins drove away, he asked the cemetery employees if he could leave the Cadillac in the lot. Calkins was witnessed returning to the cemetery between fifteen minutes and an hour later and moving the Cadillac from a parking spot to the side of the road. The car keys were found on the ground beside the car.

Marica had a friend that was a notary and had her come to the cemetery and have the workers sign sworn avadavats of what they saw. She then went to the sheriff's department and told them that she had proof that Terrance had been picked up and put in the back of a police cruiser. Dispatcher Kathy Maurchie called Calkins and asked him if he remembered having towing Terrance's car.

Kathy Maurchie: "Steve."

Calkins: "Yeah."

Kathy: "I hate to bother you at home on your day off, but this woman’s been bothering us all day. [LAUGHS] You towed a car from Vanderbilt and 111th on Monday? A Cadillac? Do you remember it?"

Calkins: "No."

Kathy: (PAUSE) "Do you remember — she said it was near the cemetery."

Calkins: (PAUSE) "Cemetery."

Kathy: "Anyway, the people at the cemetery are tellin’ her you put somebody in the back of your vehicle and arrested him, and I don’t show you arresting anybody."

Calkins: "I never arrested nobody."

Kathy: "That’s what I thought. Okay."

Calkins: "I gotta think about this one for a while."

Kathy: "But you’re sure no one was with that vehicle."

Calkins: "No."

Kathy: "It was around 12:30 in the afternoon?"

Calkins: (SILENCE) (LAUGHS) "Jesus, I can’t remember."

Kathy: (UNINTELLIGIBLE) "… you’re gettin’ to be my age, huh?" (LAUGHS)

Calkins: "Damn."

Kathy: (LAUGHS)

Calkins: "What do they want?"

Kathy: "Well, there’s somebody at the cemetery who’s telling the mother that you picked up the driver and he’s been missing since Monday."

Calkins: "Oh, for Pete’s sakes."

Kathy: "And I said, 'He didn’t arrest anybody.'"

Calkins: "No."

Kathy: "But she keeps calling and (saying), ‘Well, there’s got to be some way you can get a hold of ’im.’ … I think she spoke to every dispatcher in here today."

Calkins: (SIGHS)

Kathy: "Anyway, I was trying to figure out what color the Cadillac was. I forgot. I got it right in front of me. You picked it up at 12:27, on Vanderbilt and 111th. And Coastland came and got it. A large white Cadillac."

Calkins: "Large white Cadillac. I got to look it up in my notes. I don’t remember. God almighty."

Kathy: "But you’re sure you didn’t — you’re sure there was no one with it?"

Calkins: "No."

Kathy called Terrance's aunt.

Kathy: "Hi this is the sheriff's office. I talked to deputy Calkins."

Pamala Willams: "Mmm hmm."

Kathy: "And he did not pick up anybody with that vehicle."

Pamala: "He did not?"

Kathy: "He did not."

Pamala: "People at the cemetery said that they saw a police officer in a Collier County Sheriff's department car put him in the car and take him away."

Kathy: "Ok. If there was an officer out there... there's over 900 officers here. We'd have to have a car number to know who it was. There is no way i can find out if somebody gave him a ride somewhere."

Pamala: "When i called they said that the way you could track him would be the report at the street that he was picked up on."

Kathy: "There was no report taken. That is what i am telling you. There was no report taken from that area on Monday. No one picked him up. So, whoever is telling you this is either giving you the wrong information or it's not the same person."

Pamala: "Ok."

Kathy: "Ok?"

Pamala: "Thanks."

Kathy: "You're welcome."

A few days later, Calkins's supervisors asked him to submit an incident report. His report states that he first came in contact with Terrance when at 12:15 pm, after noticing that his car was driving "in distress". This was contrary to the time the cemetery workers claimed and didn't make sense since Terrance was due at work at 10 a.m. Calkins claimed he followed Terrance to the cemetery parking lot, and that he had asked for a ride to a nearby Circle K convenience store because he was late for work. Calkins claimed that he told Terrance “He had better make plans right away to get his car and he said that he would take care of it, and he thanked me. I asked him for his name, and he said Terrance. I also warned him that his tag was expired but he said the receipt and proper registration were in the glovebox, if I wanted to check it out." 

Calkins wrote that he returned to the Cadillac and discovered that the proper registration was not in the car, so he called Circle K from his work-issued cell phone and asked to speak to Terrance. “I now phoned the Circle K and asked for Terrance and the clerk that answered the phone said she did not know any Terrance. I now felt that that Terrance had deceived me. I now called for a wrecker … thinking that the Cadillac was now abandoned … and maybe even stolen. After Coastland Towing removed the car, I went back to the Circle K and the surrounding area to search for Terrance … but I could not locate him.” Investigators checked his phone records and could find no proof that he called the Circle K. 

According to the report, Calkins then called in the license plate number and found that the plates were expired. However, further investigation revealed that there was no sign of Terrance or Calkins on surveillance footage from the Circle K, and the phone records from Calkins's cell phone showed no call to the Circle K. Circle K employees were interviewed, and no witnesses could be found to place Calkins or Terrance there. 

A frustrated and worried Marica called the local CBS news station desperate for someone to help her find out what happened to Terrance. She also went around town putting up missing person flyers and knocking on doors.

Calkins took a polygraph which showed some deception.

In August of 2004 Calkins was fired by the sheriff's department because they couldn't get him to fully cooperate in the investigation in Terrance and Felipe's disappearances.

In October 2004 a grand jury invited Calkins to testify. He refused but wasn't indicted.

The Mexican Consulate in Miami contacted Marcia to tell her about Felipe who had vanished in a similar fashion. Calkins claimed that he had dropped off Felipe at another Circle K, approximately four miles from the location where he claimed he dropped off Terrance.

Terrance was declared dead in 2009.

In January of 2016, Calkins sold his home and moved to Cedar Rapids, Iowa. The new owners of Calkins' former home let the police search the property without a warrant, but nothing was found.

Fast forward to 2018. Tyler Perry had saw Marica's pleas on tv. He put her in touch with civil rights attorney Benjamin Crump. On August 30, a wrongful death lawsuit was filed against Calkins. In December of 2020 Calkins was compelled as part of the civil suit to sit for a four-and-a-half-hour deposition. During his sworn testimony, Calkins explained that he didn't take Terrance Williams to jail because what he remembered he "seemed like a really nice guy." That is pretty much all he claimed to remember. And he grew angry when a plaintiff's attorney tried to jog his memory.

Later that year, court appointed arbitrator ultimately ruled against the lawsuit, citing a lack of evidence. When Crump's attorneys missed a filing deadline to take the suit to trial, the judge sided with the arbitrator, dismissing the case and ruled that Marcia Williams had to pay Calkins around $5,600 for costs related to the lawsuit.

As of today Felipe and Terrance's disappearances remain unsolved.

Have you seen Brian Bleyl who went missing on his paper route in Arizona on February 28th, 1981?

This is what he might look like today. Here is his story https://darkmatter69.blogspot.com/2023/01/paperboy-brian-bleyl-went-missing-on.html Don't forget to check out the video i did about him. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bjwxvw0qf4A&t=0s 

Feds Arrest 3-year-old Da'Shawn McCormick's Father and Stepmother, But He Is No Where to Be Found!

“Dashawn, if I could see you today, I would wrap my arms around you and sing ‘Happy Birthday’ … Dashawn, I want you to know that I love you very, very much and I will never give up hope until you come home. Your brothers, sister, and I pray every night that you are safe and holding strong. We love you and miss, you Dashawn.” ~Jasmine McCormick

Da'Shawn was described as being like no other. He was the happiest kid you could ever know and could brighten up the whole room with that gorgeous smile of his. Even on his bad days he never once showed how bad he was feeling and always kept a smile on that face. He was always laughing and playing with his siblings and his mom. He also loved to play with his Nana and went everywhere with her. At night, he would entwine his fingers in her hair, ensuring that if she went anywhere, she wouldn't go without him. He was the most loving and caring child you could ever know. If you were feeling down, he would go out of his way to bring a smile to your face and lift your spirits. He was understanding and very loving. He loved going to the park and he loved to play in the snow.

Da’Shawn Leon McCormick was born on August 17th, 2007, to Floyd LeRoy Lee Jr and Jasmine McCormick.

Da'Shawn was 4 when Jasmine last saw him in Anchorage in March of 2012.That was the moment she departed from Lee, taking her three other children with her but leaving Da'Shawn behind due to Lee having full custody at that time. Jasmine characterized Lee as abusive and stated that she departed due to fear for her life. 

Jasmine is quoted as saying “I had to make the choice to stay and die or lose a child and leave and get the other children out of there. I wanted to take Da'Shawn with me, but I would’ve been put in prison."

Jasimine said that she last spoke to Da’Shawn in June 2012. Judy Holmes, Da'Shawn’s step-grandmother said that the last time she saw him was on July 4th, 2012. After that, whenever her grandchildren came to visit her, Da’Shawn wasn’t among them. 

Mary Transki

On April 1st, 2013, FBI agents arrived at the residence shared by Lee and Da'Shawn's stepmother, Mary Elizabeth Transki, and arrested them for securities fraud and mail fraud. Both were convicted; Lee received a 37-month sentence, and Transki was sentenced to 21 months in prison. They served their sentences and were subsequently released. At the time of Lee and Transki's arrest, Da'Shawn was nowhere to be found.

After the arrest of Lee and Transki, a witness came forward alleging that Transki had admitted to murdering Da'Shawn and burying the body on her property. Nonetheless, when interrogated by the authorities, Transki refuted the occurrence of such an event. Meanwhile, Lee has remained silent regarding the whereabouts of Da'Shawn.

Jasmine petitioned a Palmer court to gain custody of Da'Shawn, which was granted in December 2013. She lives in Alabama and is awaiting his return. She hopes that he was given to another family before Lee and Transki's arrests.

“Continue to pray for my son. If you know anything, please come forward. I know there are people who have information about this case but won't come forward for their safety. I just want to know what happened to him.” ~Jasimine McCormick

Da’Shawn may be in the Matanuska-Susitna Borough area. The circumstances of his disappearance are unclear, and his case remains unsolved.

At the time if his disappearance Da'Shawn was 4 years old biracial (African American/Caucasian) male. He was 3ft 6in tall, 45 lbs. with blonde hair and brown eyes.

He had a U-shaped scar in the center of his forehead and a burn scar on his left thigh.

As of this post Da'Shawn would be 16 years old and may resemble this composite.

If you have any information regarding Da'Shawn's whereabouts, no matter how small, please contact the Anchorage Police Department at 907-786-8500 or the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children at 800-843-5678.

"Little Farmer" Sherry Lynn Marler Is Still Missing.

"Sherry was always a happy little girl and that’s what I remember the most, even in my dreams." -Betty Stringfellow

Sherry Lynn Marler seemed always to be cheerful and was described as strong and outdoorsy. Her nickname was "Little Farmer because she had a passion for farming. One of her proudest achievements was that she could operate a plow.

She was a tomboy who loved Kenny Rogers’ songs. Her mother had bought her a small record player and some of his albums. Sherry loved listening to him sing. She also couldn’t wait for school to end so she could hop onto her moped to go for a ride.

Sherry was born on August 18th, 1971, to Betty and Ralph. Her parents split up when she was young, and Betty went on to marry a retired army sergeant named Ray Stringfellow. Ray became a farmer in 1979 and had a 400-acre farm where he grew crops. Sherry loved to stay out there on the farm with her stepdaddy and he would take her with him to the tractor shop and the feed store. By all accounts it seemed like Sherry had a good relationship with her family.

It was Wednesday, June 6th, 1984, before 7am when Betty headed off to work as a waitress at the Waffle House in Greenville, Alabama. One of Ray's aunts was spending the week with them, so Sherry was sleeping on the sofa in the living room that morning. As Betty opened the door to go to work, Sherry turned over. Betty thought that she had awakened her, but Sherry settled back down, and Betty went on to work. Betty said that was the last time she saw or heard from her daughter.

Not too long after Betty left, Sherry woke up as Ray headed to the kitchen to brew some coffee. It was only two months before Sherry's 13th birthday, which she anxiously awaited so that she could get a three-wheeler to replace her motorized scooter. She was also looking forward to seeing her grandmother that day as well as watching her favorite soap opera. 

Sherry was 5feet 4inches tall had brown eyes and long brown hair. She was wearing a red long-sleeved plaid flannel work shirt, faded jeans, new gray sneakers with Velcro fastenings, and a watch with a black band. It was 9:30 am and as she rode with Ray into town in his red pickup truck. Sherry followed Ray everywhere he'd go.

Ray had parked behind a furniture store in downtown Greenville. He was going to walk over to the First National Bank to discuss a farm loan. 

Sherry said she was thirsty and wanted to walk across the street to the Chevron station to get a drink out of the vending machine, so Ray pulled a dollar out of his wallet and told her to meet him back at the pickup truck. 

15 minutes later Ray had made it back to the truck, but Sherry wasn't there. He waited another 10 minutes and then started to get worried. Ray then called Betty and asked if she’d seen Sherry, thinking that maybe she had stopped by the Waffle House, but she hadn’t. Ray went searching for Sherry, but when turned fruitless, he contacted police at 11:46am and reported Sherry as missing. 

There were searches by air and on land by law enforcement and volunteers. Hundreds of acres were searched and so was an abandoned well nearby. The local police spent hundreds of man-hours combing over the fields and wooded areas of Greenville, but Sherry was nowhere to be found. There were no sightings of Sherry anywhere in town that day as well as no sightings of strangers. The investigators began to focus on the family. In any investigation authorities start out with those closest to the victim and work their way out.

Ray was the first to be questioned. He adamantly denied that he had involvement in Sherry's disappearance but agreed that it would have been difficult for a stranger to have attempted to abduct her by force and not be spotted because Sherry would have put up a fight.

Betty was questioned by police too. She had pointed to the fact that soda machines at the time did not offer change so Sherry would have had to ask someone for change for her dollar so she could get a soda out of the machine.

Ray and Betty were asked to take polygraphs which they both turned down. They thought that the police were biased against them and were angry and worried that the police weren't following other paths like they should.

Within days of Sherry vanishing, unconfirmed sightings began surfacing. One report was of a girl matching Sherry's description looking visibly distressed, as well as disheveled and "dazed" in Conely, Georgia at a truck stop with a 50-year-old man who had a husky build and a weathered complexion and crow's feet around the eyes.  It was alleged that the girl referred to him as "BJ". Allegedly they travel through Mississippi and Florida too.

Another alleged unconfirmed sighting was later that year at a mall in New Orleans.

There was also a call in 1986 allegedly from Arizona, but they hung up before the family could get any information.

Betty has said that she believes that Ray never had anything to do with Sherry's disappearance. She said that he always blamed himself. She said that on his death bed in 2003, Ray told her "Betty, I wish I could go get Sherry and bring her home to you, but I can't, because I don't know where she is"

In 2010, Betty and her family opened a restaurant called Carlisle's on Main. It was in the old Carlisle house, and they had put a sign out front that noted that it was opened in honor and memory of Sherry Lynn Marler. Betty said that they wanted to honor Sherry's memory and also to heighten people’s awareness of the reality of children missing every day in this country.

In 2013, cancer claimed the lives of Betty's brother, her sister and Ralph within three months. Betty and Ralph were engaged at the time of his death. There was also a land dispute that Betty claimed that could end up making her homeless. I don't know what the outcome of that was. She was also recovering from open heart surgery as well as had joined Team HOPE, a volunteer group that’s part of the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children.

Sherry's brother Larry spent most of his years searching for her until he passed away in 2016 age the age of 48.

To this day Sherry's whereabout remain unsolved.

If you have any information concerning this case, please contact:

The Greenville Police Department at 1-334-382-7461 or the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children at 1-800-843-5678.

Amber Alert: Sebastion Rogers

Description: Last seen wearing a black sweatshirt, black sweatpants and glasses.

An AMBER Alert has been issued on behalf of the Sumner County Sheriff's Office for Sebastian Wayne Drake Rogers. 

Sebastian is a 15-year-old white male, 5'5" tall, 120lbs., with brown hair and brown eyes. Sebastian was last seen on February 26, 2024, in the area of Stafford Court in Hendersonville, TN. Sebastian was last seen wearing a black sweatshirt, black sweatpants, and glasses. Sebastian has a medical condition that may impair his ability to return safely without assistance.

If you have seen Sebastian or have information regarding his whereabouts, please contact the Sumner County Emergency Communications Center at 615-451-3838 or the TBI at 1-800-TBI-FIND. Have you seen this child? AMBER Alert: Sebastian Wayne Drake Rogers (missingkids.org)

Dylan Rounds Body Found

Dylan Rounds, a young man who went missing nearly two years ago, has been the focus of an extensive search. His skeletal remains were recently discovered in a remote area of northwestern Utah. Here are the key details:

Disappearance: Dylan Rounds was last seen on Thursday, May 26, 2022, in Montello, Nevada, where he stopped at the Saddle-Sore Bar for a meal. Two days later, on Saturday, May 28, 2022, he spoke with his maternal grandmother on the phone.

Farm Owner: Dylan owned a farm in Lucin, Utah, which he purchased with his grandfather in 2019. He spent most nights living in his camper on the farm.

Suspect: James Brenner, who had been “squatting” near Dylan’s property, emerged as a suspect. Brenner had a criminal history and was found to possess firearms and black powder.

Charges: On March 3, 2023, James Brenner was charged with “criminal homicide,” “aggravated murder,” and “abuse or desecration of a human body” in connection with Dylan Rounds’ case.

Foul Play or Runaway? The disappearances of David Williams, Steven Anderson and Kenneth Schweighart.

DAVID EDWARD WILLIAMS was born on Tuesday, October 9th, 1962, in New Lisbon, New Jersey.

STEVEN EUGENE ANDERSON was born on March 25th, 1957, in Westville New Jersey.

On April 7th, 1975, 12-year-old David and 17-year-old Steven were roommates at the New Lisbon State School for Retarded Males.

New Lisbon State School for Retarded Males is now called the New Lisbon Developmental Center. It was surrounded nearly 1800 acres of woods. It was uncomfortably overcrowded and had many shades of abuse and neglect. There were roaches in food and mice droppings and lice in the cottages. There have been kids violently abused. One of the latest cases was back in 2011 when James Hollis Jr. arrived at a nearby hospital from the New Lisbon Developmental Center with a body temperature was 84 degrees. His left hip and several ribs were broken, and he was unable to stand. He ended up succumbed to his injuries and died.  His death was ruled that hypothermia, complicated by the neglected hip fracture resulted in his death.

In 2003, a federal report documented 4,400 potentially harmful incidents that went on at the facility. Which included 242 classified as major because they involved broken limbs or cuts requiring stitches. As a result, the center was monitored until about August 2009.

According to a 2001 report by the federal Centers for Medicare and Medicaid Services detailed deficiencies at the center, notably understaffing. That same year, there were also two fatalities that were ruled accidental and two that were classified as homicides.

David and Steven were last spotted around 4:15 pm on April 7th, 1975, walking towards their home on campus after they played on a nearby ball field with some of the staff members. 

David was last seen wearing a dark-colored polo shirt, a small blue corduroy jacket, striped pants and a protective seizure helmet. He is mentally disabled and has epileptic seizures. He is required to take daily medications, and he did not have his medicine with him when he vanished. At the time of his disappearance, he was a black, 5ft 113pound male with black hair and brown eyes. David had previously fractured his left femur. 

This is a composite of David that was made back in 2018.

Steven was last seen wearing a blue shirt, blue pants and a blue hooded jacket. Steven is moderately mentally disabled. He has trouble communicating and isn't capable of caring for himself. At the time of his disappearance, he was a Caucasian 5ft7 to 5ft 9, 141pound male with brown hair and hazel/blue eyes. Steven's upper front tooth was chipped and has chicken pox scars on his abdomen. He fractured his right clavicle as a child. His nickname is Teeve.

This is a composite of Steven made back in 2018.

David and Steven weren't the only residents of the facility to go missing. 

Kenneth Arthur Schweighart was born on June 25th, 1935, to Charles Sr. and Anna Schweighart. He had lived at the facility for approximately four years. He was last seen campus at 11:45 a.m. on March 2, 1982. He was last seen wearing a green checkered shirt, a blue jacket and blue pants. He is nonviolent with a mildly mentally disability and has an IQ of 58. At the time of his disappearance, he was a Caucasian male with graying brown hair, blue or brown eyes and may have had a scar on his forehead.

If you have any information, please call the New Jersey Human Services Police 609-633-1935.

Help find Sarah Kilgore

 

Sarah May Kilgore was born on January 25th, 1980, to Eugenia Perry. Sarah had a big heart, and she would help anyone. Sadly, she lost her two brothers, one in 1990 and the other one in 1999.

Sarah and her mother were very close, they'd talk several times a day. She had five boys.

Sarah was last seen walking in her Indianapolis, Indiana neighborhood on October 9, 2011. She has never been heard from again.  

A few weeks before Sarah went missing, she had called her mother and told her that she feared for her life. Her mother called 911 and asked for a welfare check. A policemen called her back after the welfare check and warned her not to do it again or he would have her arrested. A few days after that, Sarah went and visited her mom for a few days with a friend named Nikki Knapp. During that visit Sarah had told one of her brother's that she was fearful of a man named Rondell Castine. Sarah's mother begged her to stay but she wouldn't listen and headed back home.

Eugenia talked to her daughter several times a day for about five days. Eugenia said that her daughter seemed ok, but then after the five days she was unable to get a hold of her, so Sarah's dad went over to her house to check on her. Her dad was surprised to find where Sarah was living to be completely empty as though there was no one living there.

The police refused to let Kilgore's family file a missing person report until 30 days had passed. She is originally from southern Indiana.

It should be noted that Sarah had a boyfriend named Daniel who was a married man.

At the time of her disappearance, she was 31 years old, 5'7, 120 - 130 pounds with Auburn/brown hair, blue eyes. She has a tattoo of the name "Patrick" on her lower back and a tattoo of the cartoon character Tweety Bird on her right leg. She has dimples when she smiles.

If you have any information on Sarah's whereabouts, please contact Indianapolis Police Department 317-327-6915.

Sarah had a grandson born this year that her family would love her to meet. They all miss her dearly.

"I miss how she would help me she would come over and do anything I needed done. I miss her smile she had dimples.  I just miss everything about her." ~Eugenia Perry

Back in 2019 there was a possible sighting of Sarah at a casino in Ohio as well as at a dollar store in Indiana in 2021.

Paperboy Brian Bleyl Went Missing on His Paper Route and Was Never Seen Again.

Brian Richard Bleyl was born on December 2nd, 1968, in Phoenix, Maricopa, Arizona, United States to Philip Lingren Bleyl and Sharan Rasmussen. He had seven siblings: Jane, Diane, Kevin, Gordon, Jonathan, William and Lisa Ann. 

The family lived at 914 W. Avenue in Pheonix in 1981. At the time, Brian was a sixth-grade student at Orangewood Elementary School.

On Saturday, February 28th, around 3 p.m., a 12-year-old Brian was last seen riding his bike around North 9th Avenue and West Myrtle Avenue attempting to finish his Phoenix Gazette newspaper route. He was wearing a light blue t-shirt with the words "GUHSD Physical Education Department", dark blue warm-up pants with a white stripe on the sides, and blue sneakers.

Philip found Brian's bike the next day in an alley in the 1100 block of west Glendale which was just a few blocks away from home. The police didn't start looking for Brian until this day.

Maybe the authorities thought Brian was a runaway. His parents and friends however, never once thought that he would run away. Every day for the past five weeks Brian went out to his backyard to check on his pregnant pigeon. His father said that Brian knew the eggs were supposed to hatch on Sunday, and he wouldn't miss it. He also missed Church and on Monday school, both activities he really enjoyed.

The search for Brian intensified on Monday with Lt. Mike Kavanaugh at the helm. He set up a temporary command post at a fire station at 7th Avenue and Glendale where he assigned 19 detectives to go door to door in Brian's neighborhood to search for answers.

Maricopa County Sheriff's Office searched an area near the Aqua Fria River after a tip came in about a boy matching Brian's description being seen riding in what was described as a blue 4-wheel drive Ford Bronco with a handicap license plate.

16 jeeps from the county's jeep posse scoured the rain drenched Aqua Fria River bottom in an eight-mile area from Olive Avenue to McDowell between El Mirage Road and 107th Avenue. The search lasted about five hours, but nor the jeep or Brian was found.

Brian's parents didn't think the boy spotted in the jeep was their son because he was described as wearing different clothes than Brian was last seen in.

At the end of the day, the officers had not come up with any significant leads. And the case went cold.

In 1989, after new information was received by police, 39-year-old Stephen Michael Wilson was arrested and charged with Brian's abduction, molestation and murder. Stephen lived at the 2500 block of East Clarendon and was a customer on Brian's newspaper route. and according to Sgt. Andy Anderson of the Phoenix Police Department, he was a suspect from the very beginning.

Police reports claimed that in 1982 Stephen confessed to two acquaintances and, in a separate conversation, to a Phoenix doctor that he had killed Brian.

During the trial the prosecutor said that Brian and other kids had hurled homophobic insults at an openly gay Stephen and also threw rocks at his home. This caused Stephen to strike out against Brian.

Also, during the trial it came out that Brian's bike was found a few yards behind Stephen's apartment, and a neighbor said she'd seen the boy at Stephen's front door around the time he vanished.

At the end of the trial, the jury acquitted Stephen of all charges.

After his acquittal, a frail Stephen continued to make jewelry. He also had a nearly fatal heart attack and ended up moving in with his parents to spend his last days. He had attended the Nutcracker performance with family members the night of December 22nd, 1993. He ended up passing away early the next morning. He maintained his innocence in Brian's case until his last day.

When Brian disappeared, he was a 5-foot, 95-pound, Caucasian male with blond hair and brown eyes. He also has a red birthmark the size of a quarter on his forearm. He is diabetic and requires insulin. He needs to inject 30 units of insulin a day and, allegedly if he goes more than a few days without it, he will slip into a coma and eventually die.

Here is an age progression photo of Brian. He would turn 55 this year.

Anyone having information regarding this case is asked to contact the Phoenix Police Department
Missing Persons Unit at (602) 534-2121 or phoenix.tips.ppd@phoenix.gov.
After hours: (602)262-6141
Detective D’addabbo #5586 Sergeant Chapman #7114
602-534-3053 602-262-4088

Hope Ann Moore Was Turning Her Life Around When She Disappeared.

Hope Ann Moore was born on January 3rd, 1967. She had a troubled past but was trying to change for her two sons.

In April, 1999, 32-year-old Hope was living with her boyfriend Clint Kent, and his older brother, Scott "Scotty" Kent on the 1600 block of Channelview Drive in Galveston, Texas.

Hope had been with Clint for four years and they had a son, but she was still legally married to another man whom she also had a son with. Clint was legally separated from his wife, but not divorced. Allegedly, Hope was also secretly seeing another man. And allegedly, after Scott joined the household, Hope had problems with him and claimed he'd tried to rape her.

Hope had a steady job at at the Bob Pagan Ford dealership and gotten a raise. She was a hard worker as well as passing every random drug test.

On the 26th, Hope didn't show up for work. Her boss thought this was odd because she had never done that before. The next day Clint showed up at the dealership, handed in Hope's keys and informed them that she wouldn't be back. The next day Hope's boss called police and reported her missing.

Clint said he was visiting his parents out of town on the day Hope disappeared. He claimed that he tampered with her brand-new truck before he left, because he didn't want her to be able to leave home. Clint refused to take a lie-detector test.

Scott claimed that Hope had came home on the 25th, in a pickup truck, packed some clothes and her checkbook, and left in an older model, dirty, beat-up Chevrolet Impala. 

Both Clint and Scott are considered possible suspects in Hope's disappearance. Scott had pawned two of Hope's gold rings eight days after her disappearance, and allegedly forged a check on her bank account for $345.52, which was the exact balance of the account. 

Hope has never been seen again and there has been no activity on her social security card.

Hope's eldest son was eleven years old at the time of her disappearance. She had sent him to stay at a children's home a few weeks before she went missing. Clint later told Hope's son that she'd abandoned the family. He now believes his mother met with foul play.

Authorities have always suspected Clint and Scott in Hope's disappearance and so has a private investigator.

At the time of her disappearance Hope was 5'0 - 5'1, 145 - 155 pounds with blonde hair and green eyes. She had scars on her left knee, between her eyebrows, and on her right elbow, as well as a burn near her right thumb.

She might have been wearing blue floral-print shorts and possibly garnet earrings, a rope necklace, and rings on all her fingers when she disappeared.

Hope would be 54 years old if she is still alive.

If you have any information, no matter how small, please contact Galveston Police Department at 409-765-3770 or 409-765-3766

League City Police Department at 409-797-3767