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ANNOUNCER: This program is
about unsolved mysteries.

Whenever possible, the
actual family members

and police officials
have participated

in recreating the events.

What you are about to see
is not a news broadcast.

ROBERT STACK: Douglas,
Arizona, May, 1990.

Federal drug agents raid a
successful local business

and uncover an elaborate
drug smuggling operation,

a remarkable underground tunnel
used to transport a fortune

in illegal drugs into America.

When she was 16, Patsy
Summers fell in love

with a young soldier,
got pregnant,

and then married another man.

Now Patsy's daughter,
Jeannie Wagner,

needs your help to find
the father she never met.

In 1982, Hilda Rochet had a
romantic interlude with a man

she met in a singles bar.

A week later, she was found
murdered execution style.

Police now believe that
her mysterious suitor

may be a serial killer.

And a special appeal from
the family of a baby boy

stricken with a
baffling disease.

His mother is searching
for her biological parents.

Perhaps they hold the key
that can help cure her son.

Also an update in which an
"Unsolved Mysteries" viewer

discovers that the
man she is living with

is wanted for murder.

As a result of our broadcast,
the case of Dennis DePue

is now closed.

[theme music]

For the past several
years, the United

States government has
embarked on a highly

publicized war on drugs.

Sadly, some experts
and politicians

believe we might be losing
that war due in part

to the extraordinary
lengths that drug

smugglers are willing to go.

We're about to take you
inside one of the most brazen

and elaborate drug smuggling
operations that law enforcement

has ever encountered.

Douglas, Arizona
is a sleepy border

town 97 miles south of Phoenix.

Just a stone's throw across
a 6-foot-high chain-link

fence is the Mexican
border town of Agua Prieta.

STEVE MINAS: The
Douglas/Agua Prieta area

is one of the main
conduits for cocaine

coming into the United States.

And for that reason, it's
known as the cocaine alley.

ROBERT STACK: In
the fall of 1988,

a Mexican national
named Rafael Camarena

began to cross the border daily
from Agua Prieta into Douglas.

Camarena had purchased a
concrete mixing company

in Douglas and was struggling to
make a go of his new business.

When he first
bought the business,

things weren't going that well.

It wasn't successful.

[speaking spanish]

HELEN TRUJILLO: We
were paid on Fridays.

And at times on
Thursday, he'd be

saying something to the
effect of, I have no money.

What am I going to do
for payroll tomorrow?

Later, Mr. Camarena
would come in and say,

hey, I took care of it.

Here's your paycheck.

He seemed relieved, like,
whew, I took a load off.

ROBERT STACK:
Within a few months,

Camarena had secured
agreements to supply

concrete for many of the
municipal construction

projects in Douglas.

GARY JAMES: When I had
spoken to Mr. Camarena,

he had told me that
he planned to be

here for a number of years.

He would check in on the
business once or twice a day.

He'd spend a lot
of time in Mexico,

I assume pursuing contracts
over in Agua Prieta.

But yes, he was an on-hands
type of business owner.

He could have opened up a
business anywhere in the United

States of America.

ROBERT STACK: In 1989,
Camarena constructed

a large warehouse in Douglas.

At the same time, just 200
feet away in Agua Prieta,

he built a four-bedroom
ranch-style home.

The home, located in a
wealthy area of Agua Prieta,

had all the amenities
that come with success.

GARY JAMES: Mr. Camarena
seemed to be a good husband

and a good father.

This gentleman was
a type of person

that you would ask to join
your local Lions Club.

He's the type of
person that you would

want to be as your friend.

He was the type of person
that you would enjoy

inviting over to your house.

[knocking]

ROBERT STACK: In reality,
Camarena's entire life

was nothing but a
devious facade created

to cover up a very lucrative
and very illegal enterprise.

[speaking spanish]

ROBERT STACK: US customs
officials received information

that Camarena was
smuggling drugs

from his home in Agua
Prieta across the border

to his warehouse in Douglas.

Incredibly, Camarena's
business was

located one block away from
the US customs headquarters.

STEVE MINAS: Early
1990, we initiated

24-hour surveillance of the
Douglas Ready Mix company.

I think we've got something.

ROBERT STACK: Agents staked
out Camarena's business

for over two months.

Yeah, it's
Camarena, all right.

ROBERT STACK: They became
suspicious of a flatbed truck

that arrived and departed from a
new warehouse nearly every day.

STEVE MINAS: On one occasion,
we followed the tractor trailer

rig from Douglas Ready
Mix to a rural area

outside of Phoenix, Arizona.

ROBERT STACK: A
special task force

comprised of US customs agents
and other law enforcement

officers raided a farm where
Camarena's truck had been seen.

US Customs with
a search warrant.

ROBERT STACK: Agents seized over
a ton of nearly pure cocaine,

street value over $100 million.

The cocaine had been transported
inside a hidden compartment

beneath the truck's bed.

The raid confirmed
that the drugs had

come from Camarena's warehouse.

But agents were baffled.

How would Camarena
manage to smuggle drugs

into his warehouse, which was
being watched around the clock

by federal agents
just a block away?

STEVE MINAS: We began receiving
bits and pieces of information

from a variety of
sources concerning

the existence of a tunnel
in the Douglas area.

ROBERT STACK: Two days later,
agents from the United States

and Mexico launched
simultaneous raids

on Camarena's warehouse in
Douglas and his new home

in Agua Prieta.

Mexican authorities
arrested two men

who claimed to be gardeners.

Camarena and his
family had fled.

There was no visible
evidence of a tunnel.

At the Douglas
warehouse, US agents

at first found nothing unusual.

Then they came upon
a large floor drain.

All right.

I think we got something here.
Let's get the grate off.

We found about a 5 and
1/2 diameter shaft that

went 30 feet into the ground.

And at the bottom of the shaft,
we found the tunnel itself.

ROBERT STACK: This
is the actual tunnel

through which between 15
and 25 tons of cocaine

may have been smuggled.

STEVE MINAS: The execution
was really very good.

The floor, the sidewalls, and
the roof were all concrete.

The tunnel itself extended
200-plus feet into Mexico.

ROBERT STACK: When authorities
uncovered the tunnels entrance

beneath Camarena's
home, it became

clear that this was no ordinary
drug smuggling operation.

It was something right
out of a James Bond movie.

Hydraulic pedestals
lifted the pool

table and a 2-ton
section of concrete floor

to expose the entrance.

Huge amounts of
drugs could be stored

below until they were ready
to be moved across the border.

The drugs were transported
on a specially designed cart.

At the Douglas end,
a custom-made hoist

lifted the illegal cargo
into the warehouse.

Workers packed the cocaine
bricks into the false bottom

of the truck.

The contraband was driven
out right under the noses

of US customs officials.

STEVE MINAS: Camarena's choice
of a building supply company

and a cement company was very
good in that it gave him access

to trucks that could be used
to transport the narcotics

from the border
area to distribution

points in the United States.

In my 18 years with
the customs service,

this is one of the most
amazing investigations

I've ever encountered.

The sophistication of the
smugglers, the construction

of this tunnel itself just
demonstrates to what extremes

these organizations will go to.

It just totally surprised me
because here's a man that moved

$100 million of cocaine
illegally into the United

States, and yet he was
fined for every penny

that he made at
Douglas Ready Mix.

Mr. Camarena didn't seem
at all like a drug dealer.

He didn't dress
like a drug dealer.

He didn't come across,
personality-wise,

as a drug dealer.

He just seemed like
a good family man.

[music playing]

ROBERT STACK:
Recently, we featured

the case of 46-year-old
Dennis DePue,

wanted by Michigan authorities
for the brutal murder

of his ex-wife, Marilyn.

DePue was last seen on
the day of the murder

driving his customized van.

At around 8:30 on the
night of our broadcast,

a woman who asked that we call
her Mary arrived at her home

outside Dallas, Texas.

Mary's boyfriend, Hank
Queen, was already home.

MARY: His van was parked
in the driveway, which

was out of the ordinary
because he usually

kept it inside the garage.

Hi.
Hi.

It's good you got that.

MARY: He told me that
his mother was very ill

and then he needed was to
make an emergency trip home.

--had a stroke.

And I'm gonna drive up-- could
you make me some sandwiches

that I can take on the--
it's a really long drive.

MARY: I was sure that something
else must really be going on,

but I didn't know what.

ROBERT STACK (ON TV): --find a
man suspected of brutal murder

of his ex-wife.

MARY: He was getting
clothes out of the closet,

clothes out of some
drawers, gathering

up some of his personal items.

At the same time,
giving me instructions

on preparing some food for
him to take on the long trip.

- What do you want to drink?
- I don't care.

Anything.
DENNIS (ON TV): No!

Every time--

Sodas?

Cans of soda would be good.

DENNIS (ON TV): --everything.

He is coming with me!

Leave him alone!
- Stop it!

You're making things terrible!

I hate you!

Aren't you gonna
give me a hug?

DENNIS (ON TV): He just gave
me a little peck of a kiss

and I gave him a big hug
and said goodbye to him.

I realized that something
was troubling him,

and I knew I would
never see him again.

ROBERT STACK: Later
that night, Mary

was shocked to learn that
her boyfriend, Hank Queen,

was really Dennis DePue, and
that he had just been featured

on "Unsolved Mysteries".

On Easter Sunday of
last year, Dennis DePue

arrived at his ex-wife Marilyn's
home to pick up their children

for a scheduled visit.

Dennis!

No, stop!

ROBERT STACK: Dennis
erupted in a violent rage.

He accused Marilyn of
destroying his life

and turning their
children against him.

You're making things terrible!

I hate you!

ROBERT STACK: The next
day, Marilyn DePue's body

was discovered in a roadside
ditch nine miles from her home.

She had been shot once
in the back of the head.

It It was so brutal and
premeditated that it

makes you so angry.

If she had been killed in
an automobile accident,

you could get over
that, but not this.

ROBERT STACK: For nearly
a year, Dennis DePue's

whereabouts remained a
mystery until the night

of our broadcast.

MARY: Looking back on it now,
I'm sure he was watching.

And I think that
he was deliberately

keeping my attention
distracted in the kitchen

so that I wouldn't
see the segment

and so that he could leave.

A friend of Mary's
called our telecenter

and provided authorities
with a Texas license plate

number of Dennis DePue's van.

Four hours later, DePue's
life came to a violent end

just across the
Louisiana/Mississippi state

border.

When Louisiana state
troopers spotted DePue's van,

they attempted to pull him over.

He led police on a
15-mile high-speed chase

and broke through two
police barricades.

PAUL BARRETT: I
told the deputies

if the van refused to
stop to shoot a tire off

of it-- a front tire.

And they missed the front tire,
but they got both back ones.

He traveled about half a
mile and it just wouldn't

go any further and he stopped.

ROBERT STACK: After firing two
shots through his windshield

at deputies and another
through an open window,

DePue turned his gun on
himself and took his own life.

It was a funny feeling to
realize that, the night before,

that you had been
watching this man,

that he was wanted
for murder someplace

and then you walk up
to the van and you

recognize him as
being the person that

was on "Unsolved Mysteries".

It's a funny feeling.

But I think he intended
to die whether he

had to do it by his
own hands or where

he can get us to kill him.

Otherwise he would have stopped
and we would've gotten him out

of the van alive and there never
would've been the shots fired.

While living as a fugitive,
Dennis DePue sent a chilling

letter to several friends trying
to justify his ex-wife's death.

He wrote, "an eye for an
eye, a tooth for a tooth,

a lie for a lie, a
life for a life."

At the time, Dennis DePue
had no idea just how

prophetic those words would be.

[music playing]

Jeannie Wagner was
born in 1959 and to a

typical, blue-collar household.

Her father was a construction
worker, her mother a secretary

at a doctor's office.

Jeannie was the first
of three children

and enjoyed a healthy,
normal childhood--

at least by outward appearances.

JEANNIE WAGNER: From
a very early age

I felt very different and
separated from my family.

I felt like I didn't
look like anybody.

And for a while
there, I thought,

well, maybe I was adopted.

And no one intentionally made
me feel that way, I don't think,

but it was just a knowledge
I had that was, I guess,

in my subconscious.

Consciously, it was a
family, a normal family,

but there was
something different.

Many families seem to have
their share of untold tales,

dark, disturbing secrets
that are hidden away,

buried and hopefully forgotten.

But occasionally these
unpleasant ghosts

will rise once again with
far-reaching consequences.

In El Paso, Texas, Jeannie
Wagner recently discovered

her family's tragic secret,
a secret which has led

Jeannie on an emotional
journey through her mother's

painful past.

Jeannie's mother,
Patsy Summers, was just

17 years old when she married.

She was shy, private, and had
been raised in a strict home.

JEANNIE WAGNER: My mother
was a very devoutly religious

Catholic, had perfect
etiquette and was

very concerned about her
image to other people.

But there was something
within my mother

that prevented her from
being a whole person.

There were times my mother
was very happy, very carefree,

and so much fun to be with.

But then there were times
where she was very, very sad.

ROBERT STACK: Even
as a child, Jeannie

suspected that her
mother was tormented

by some private demon.

In 1973, when Jeannie
was 13, Patsy Summers

attempted to commit suicide
by slitting her wrists.

Eight years later, Patsy entered
a highway against traffic

and smashed head-on
into an approaching car.

She died 10 days later.

[phone ringing]

Hello.

ROBERT STACK: Shortly
after her mother's death,

Jeannie called
her younger sister

and was dealt another
startling blow.

Her sister had found a diary
which revealed the source

of their mother's inner pain.

I think you'd
better come over.

ROBERT STACK: The man
Jeannie knew as her father

was not her father at all.

There's a diary of
Mother's I want you to read.

When I read the diary, it
was as if all of a sudden

all the things that had
transpired in my life

and in my mother's
life and in my life--

the family life
that I had known--

everything all of a
sudden made sense.

ROBERT STACK: In
the diary, Patsy

had described the incredible
predicament she had

gotten into when she was 17.

In 1958, Patsy Summers was
living at home with her mother

and younger brother.

No, you've done enough today.

I'm gonna have your sister--

ROBERT STACK: She was
an obedient daughter

who excelled in school and
attended church regularly.

I'm gonna run along
to the park, then, OK?

Did you do your homework?

Yeah, Mom, I did.

CAROL LAZENBERRY: Our mother
had very high standards.

She came from a
Catholic background.

And we had a very
Catholic upbringing.

We went to parochial schools.

And our home was one where we
went to church every Sunday.

And that was very, very
important to our mother.

She set a good example, and
she expected us to follow

the things that were right.

JEANNIE WAGNER: My mother
had been going with a boy

off and on for about a year.

Her mother and her brothers
and sister liked him a lot.

They thought he was very
responsible and very polite

and he drove a nice car.

Back then that was
real important.

And they had fought off and
on through their relationship.

ROBERT STACK: The diary
detailed how Patsy

had gone to a local park
one day after an argument

with her boyfriend.

There she met a
young enlisted man

stationed at nearby Fort Bliss.

His name was Duncan.

Hello.

Hi.

Do you mind if I sit down?

Thanks.

I'm Duncan.

I'm Patricia.

ROBERT STACK: Patsy
was immediately

smitten by this handsome
soldier who seemed so gentle

and understanding.

It's pretty here, isn't it?

Yeah.

I come here to think.

ROBERT STACK: Soon,
they was seeing

each other on a regular basis.

Can I meet you here tomorrow?

JEANNIE WAGNER: My mother
talked to him a lot

and confided in him.

And she thought of Duncan
as a very kind person

and even stated that, of all
the people that she had known,

that he was the kindest
person she had ever met.

I'll see you tomorrow.

OK.

Bye-bye.

Bye.

ALL (SINGING): Happy
birthday to you.

Happy birthday to--

ROBERT STACK: In August of
1958, Patsy Summers turned 17.

Duncan threw her a
surprise birthday party,

inviting a small,
select group of friends.

By now, Patsy was
living a lie, keeping

her relationship with Duncan
hidden from her boyfriend

and her family.

Patricia!

Mom.

Hi.

Oh, thank goodness.

I was worried sick.

What happened?

I'm sorry.

The bus-- the bus must've
got there a little bit early.

I was just a little bit late.

I won't let it
happen again, Mom.

All right.
You all right?

ROBERT STACK: Patsy
and Duncan continued

their secret liaisons throughout
the summer and into the fall.

The name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

ROBERT STACK: In October, Patsy
panicked when she discovered

that she was pregnant.

--little five year
olds start to dig in--

ROBERT STACK: Her
boyfriend believed

that he was the father.

JEANNIE WAGNER: I think
she was consumed with fear.

Fear that her family
would think badly of her.

It was her belief that
it was just unforgivable,

and she never wanted to
disappoint her mother.

Her mother was very
important to her.

And she says that
there was no way

I could ever tell my mother,
in a million years, my problem.

ROBERT STACK: Patsy
was forced to make

an excruciating decision.

Duncan had accepted
full responsibility

for the pregnancy and
wanted to marry her.

But Patsy opted for
pleasing her family.

Hi.

Hi, Patsy.

There's something I
want to talk to you about.

Sure, anything.

I've come to a decision.

Patsy, what is it?

Don't be upset, but we
can't see each other anymore.

CAROL LAZENBERRY: She didn't
feel that she could change

some things that were already
set in motion, which were

that she was to
be married and she

was to be married to
someone that was known

and accepted by her family.

Given the times and also given
the kind of religious training

that we had, I can see how
she made the choice she has.

ROBERT STACK: The pain
of Patsy's dilemma

was exposed in a diary entry.

PATSY: "I had to do it.

I had to please my mother.

That was the most important
thing in the world.

There was no other way."

Do you, Patricia Ann
Summers, take this man

to be your lawfully wedded
husband to have and to hold,

to love and to honor--

ROBERT STACK: On November 11,
1958, Patsy and her boyfriend

were married.

--for as long as
you both shall live?

ROBERT STACK: Only
the two of them

knew the Patsy was pregnant.

By the power vested in me--

ROBERT STACK: Only Patsy
knew who the real father was.

You may kiss the bride.

CAROL LAZENBERRY: No one
suspected a pregnancy.

No one.

It was just a wedding,
and it was lovely.

The night that my
sister went into labor,

she said to me, tell
Mother I'm sorry.

And what I realized was that
she had been pregnant before she

was married, but I certainly
didn't realize that it

went any further than that.

ROBERT STACK: Jeannie was born
seven months after the wedding.

In her diary,
Patsy had described

how she prayed for a
child with blue eyes

like those of her new husband.

Patsy received her wish.

JEANNIE WAGNER:
My firm belief is

that secrets only
cause people harm

and cause a lot of suffering.

And that's why, for me,
the truth has to come out,

and I have to know
who Duncan is.

The night that
Jeannie's story aired,

a woman named
Suzanne Gilmore was

watching our
broadcast at her home

in Lake Wiley, South Carolina.

At the time, Suzanne's husband,
Duncan, was fast asleep.

Jeannie's mother had
written in her diary

that he was the
sweetest, kindest person

that she had ever met.

I just said, that's my Duncan.

I knew that it was my Duncan.

And the next thing I
knew, my wife woke me up

and she said, were you ever
stationed in El Paso, Texas

at Fort Bliss when
you were in the army?

And I said, yeah.

She said, were
you there in 1958?

And I said, yeah, I
was there in 1958.

And she said, did you
ever know a Patsy Summers?

And I said, yeah, I
knew Patsy Summers.

Did you sleep with her?

And he said, what?
What?

What?

He just kind of came awake.

And I said, it's very important.

Did you sleep with her?

And he said--

Well, yeah.

She said, congratulations,
you have a daughter,

and she's looking for you.

And he just came
awake like a shot.

It was like, she's
looking for me?

And I said, yes.

As soon as I heard
some of the details,

I knew immediately
she was my daughter.

I don't wanna say it
was matter of fact,

but I just knew that
she was my daughter

and that we had to be
together and I had to see her,

and I had to respond.

ROBERT STACK: Nine days
and dozens of phone calls

later, Duncan
Gilmore and his wife,

Suzanne, arrived
in Houston, Texas.

On May 3, 1991, father and
daughter met for the first time

in their lives.

Hi.

Hi.

JEANNIE WAGNER: When
I hugged my dad,

it was a combination of
being really, really happy,

but also there was
a little sadness

there that so many
years have gone by

and that we've missed out
on each other's lives.

I love you.

I love you, too.

DUNCAN GILMORE: I will
always remember Jeannie

coming to the door and, for the
first time, seeing my daughter

and holding her.

ROBERT STACK: The day was made
even more special when Duncan

met his only grandchildren,
Joshua and Justin,

for the first time.

JEANNIE WAGNER:
When I saw my boys

playing catch with their
grandpa, it just felt right.

They needed a grandpa, and
I can't think of a better

grandpa for them to have.

Never could I have
hoped in a million years

our prayed a thousand
prayers for this

to turn out as well as it has.

And he's turned out to
be everything that I

thought he was going to be.

And tomorrow and
the day after, I'll

now have a dad who loves me and
wants to be a part of my life.

ROBERT STACK: When we return, a
chance meeting at a singles bar

leads to murder.

[music playing]

Excuse me.

Is anyone sitting here?

No, go right ahead.

Thank you.

ROBERT STACK: On March 25,
1982, 43-year-old divorcee Hilda

Rochet met a man at a
fashionable singles bar

in Alexandria, Virginia.

Crowded in here tonight.

It is.

Friday night, it's
always a crowded night.

I haven't seen you in here.

You work around here?

Mhm.

What do you do?

I work for the
military intelligence.

Oh, really?

Yeah.

Do you work nearby?

I do some contract
work for the government.

Oh, do you, really?

Yeah.

ROBERT STACK: Hilda
later told friends

that she had dinner
with the man and planned

on seeing him again.

But oddly, she never
told anyone his name.

- All right, why not?
- OK.

We can go back
there, or she can--

HILDA'S FRIEND: Hilda had
said that the guy was single.

He was attractive.

He had a lot of money.

And she was impressed that he
was driving this beautiful car.

I started to tell her,
don't believe everything

this guy is telling you.

The car is probably rented.

Anybody can make up a big story.

You don't know
anything about him.

Watch out.

ROBERT STACK: One week later,
the nude body of a woman

was found in a wooded area
near an elementary school.

She had been murdered
execution style.

There were signs
of sexual assault.

Police had no idea
who the victim was.

[knocking]

Hello?

Is there anybody here?

County Police.

Is there anyone here?

ROBERT STACK: Four days
later, investigators

searched Hilda Rochet's
townhouse after coworkers

had reported her missing.

Well, Lenny, it doesn't look
like there's anybody here.

I got her wallet here.

ROBERT STACK: In
the living room,

officers found Hilda's wallet.

Hey, Lenny?

Yeah?

Hold on just a second.

We just identified our victim.

We got her picture on her
driver's license right here.

ROBERT STACK:
Authorities now knew

that Hilda Rochet was the woman
who had been found murdered.

--let them know we've
got and get the crime

scene techs down here.

I'd like you to go ahead
and do a 360 of the room,

get the bed--

ROBERT STACK: Evidence
in Hilda's bedroom

confirmed that she had
been sexually molested.

--the floor here, a piece of
tape there, clothes over here--

DONALD CAHILL: The bed and the
whole bedroom was in disarray.

And we found her blouse
and a pair of slacks

and some pantyhose and
some adhesive tape.

That's indicative of a
struggle going on there.

And other evidence that
we located in the room

also indicated that some type
of sexual activity took place.

ROBERT STACK: Because there
were no signs of forced entry

at the apartment, detectives
concluded that Hilda Rochet was

murdered by someone she knew.

Most homicide detectives
agree that the first 48

hours of a murder investigation
are the most crucial.

Beyond that point, leads grow
cold and suspects disappear.

In this case, it
took four days just

to identify Hilda Rochet
and more than three months

to zero in on a suspect,
a man authorities now

believe may be a serial killer.

No, that would be great.

ROBERT STACK: When detectives
interviewed Hilda Rochet's

friends, they learned
about the mysterious man

she had met at the singles bar
just one week before her death.

DONALD CAHILL: Hilda had told
her friends that the fella was

from Florida, drove a nice car.

He was a consultant
for the government

and that he lived in these
apartments over in Alexandria.

As a matter of fact, she told
her that she even went over

to the apartment that evening.

ROBERT STACK: The
1,400 unit apartment

complex was the only clue
to the man's identity.

Investigators
searched through files

and files of lease agreements,
dating back three years.

They were looking for
any resident, past

or present, who matched the
description of the man Hilda

had met.

DONALD CAHILL: We went
through approximately

25,000 to 30,000 files.

And out of that
25,000, 30,000, we

come up with 32
possible names that

fit the profile of
the person that Hilda

had described to her friend.

ROBERT STACK: Detective
Cahill was confident

that his team was closing in.

All they needed was
one piece of evidence

that could link any of the 32
suspects with Hilda Rochet.

Three months into
the investigation,

they got the break they needed.

My wallet's missing.

Excuse me?

My wallet's gone.

It's-- it's--

ROBERT STACK:
Authorities learned

that Hilda had lost her
wallet on the very night

she had met the man.

There's no place for it to go.

It's, um-- I can't
believe I left--

Miss?
Excuse me.

Is there a problem?

Uh, my-- my wallet.

She's lost her
wallet, she thinks.

What color was it?

ROBERT STACK: For
some unknown reason,

Hilda's mysterious suitor
insisted that he be contacted

if the wallet was found.

OK, I'll check
with the bartender.

- We sat at the end.
- OK.

No problem.

I'll be back.

This is embarrassing.

ROBERT STACK: A few days
later, the restaurant

found Hilda Rochet's wallet.

Yes, sir?

May I help you?

Yeah, I called before.

You found a lady's wallet,
tan, belonging to Hilda Rochet.

I'm here to pick it up.
- OK.

Let me check in lost and found.

HILDA'S FRIEND: She had
called and said that he was

going to bring the wallet back.

And I'm saying, there's
something wrong here.

Why did he go to the management
to find out about the wallet?

Why did management call him
when they found the wallet?

My first impression was,
the guy's putting you on.

Sir, I did find
Hilda Rochet's wallet.

Good.

Could I see your
driver's license?

ROBERT STACK: The restaurant
manager remembered little

about the man.

Then she agreed to
undergo hypnosis.

It paid off.

She recalled a phone number.

DONALD CAHILL: The hypnotist
told us that this would

not be the exact phone number.

He said, now, most
of the numbers

are going to be the same.

They're going to
be right, he says,

but they might be
transposed or something.

You're going to have
to work with it.

ROBERT STACK: When detectives
compared the phone number

with those of the 32
apartment residents,

they came up with a
nearly exact match.

The number belonged to
38-year-old Gregory Barker.

Barker had moved out of the
apartment complex a short time

after Hilda's murder.

DONALD CAHILL: So we immediately
began to do a background

investigation on Mr. Barker.

We were not able to find
any particular company

or government agency that he
had applied to or even work for.

As a matter of fact, we
don't believe that he

worked for any agency up here.

We believe that what he told
the people at the apartment

and what he was telling
people he met was all a scam

made up in his own mind.

ROBERT STACK: Gregory Barker
is a decorated Vietnam veteran.

He served two tours, the
second as an army intelligence

officer.

He is a voracious
reader of spy novels.

Police theorize that Barker's
mental state may have

deteriorated to a point
where he now believes that he

himself is a master spy.

Based on Barker's psychological
profile and crime scene

evidence, Detective
Cahill has developed

a chilling scenario of
what happened the night

Hilda Rochet was murdered.

Greg.

Ah.
- Hi.

I thought you were
gonna come tomorr--

- Look what I have.
- My wallet.

Thank you.

DONALD CAHILL: I believe
that Gregory Barker came over

to the house with the
intention of returning

the wallet to Hilda and
possibly something else in mind.

You look fine.

May I come in?

Yes, come in.

I'm s-- come in.

I'm sorry.

DONALD CAHILL: During
his visit with Hilda,

he had an altercation-- a
violent altercation-- with her

down in the living room
and sometime later,

up in the bedroom, her
clothes were taken off

and sexual activity
occurred there.

He, at that time, took
her against her will

out of the house,
down to the school,

which is located about 9 and
1/2 miles away from the house.

[sobbing]

Get out.

DONALD CAHILL: She was
taken out of the vehicle,

and she was naked, and went
up a path about 150 feet

to a wooded area
between a housing

development and the school.

[sobbing]

Quiet.

At which time he just brutally
murdered her with a gunshot

to the head.

[gunshot]

From doing a background
investigation on Mr. Barker,

we don't believe that
this is the first murder

that he committed.

We don't believe that this was
the last murder he committed.

We believe that he
could be responsible

for numerous murders.

We feel that possibly he could
even be a serial murderer.

We're very sure of the
fact that he's smart

and he's very dangerous.

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ROBERT STACK: Next,
the heartbreaking

story of a 10-month-old boy
who is fighting for his life.

Perhaps you can help.

[music playing]

In the past, we have brought
you many stories of lost love,

often about adopted
children looking

for their biological parents.

This is a very different
kind of lost love story.

The young woman in
Idaho is searching

for her birth parents,
not for herself

alone, but also for her son.

Jeri Graves clings
to the fragile hope

that her background holds a
key to a mysterious illness

that threatens her baby's life.

He can be big, Mommy.

ROBERT STACK: Jeri and John
Graves married in 1989.

Together, they are raising
Jeri's two daughters

from a previous marriage.

In 1990, Jeri and
John had a son, JJ.

JOHN GRAVES: When we brought
JJ home from the hospital,

I noticed he was
convulsing, which

scared me really bad because
I thought he was going to die.

I really thought-- that
was my first thought,

that he would die.

ROBERT STACK: Jeri
and John took JJ

to specialist after specialist.

No one could pinpoint the
cause of JJ's problems,

but he continued to have as
many as 50 seizures a day.

JERI GRAVES: Throughout JJ's
first six months of life,

he would get to where he would
have so many seizures in a day,

he wouldn't eat.

We're talking he would
eat maybe 2 ounces a day.

His body couldn't
keep up on just that.

He would dehydrate very easily.

We were down to I was feeding
JJ with a medicine dropper

and it wouldn't work.

And when he would get dehydrated
or anything like that,

we were back in the hospital.

I would say that the initial
guarded optimism we had when he

did have fairly normal tone
and initial muscle activity

in the first few
months of life has

become much more pessimistic.

Each time the doctors give
me a little bit of bad news,

they still tell me there's hope.

He has voluntary movement
when he's laying down

and you'll tickle his foot.

He will move his foot so that
you no longer can tickle it.

And that is something
that every parent

with a normal, healthy
baby takes for granted.

They don't know how thrilled
I was when my son kicked

his covers off of himself.

I was ready to throw a party.

ROBERT STACK: When JJ
was eight months old,

his muscular development stalled
at the level of a newborn's.

Even after a myriad of
tests, doctors could not

determine what was
causing JJ's seizures

or his slow development.

Jeri and John began to consider
the remote possibility that

JJ's illness might be genetic.

Jeri had been
abducted as an infant

but had never before
thought about tracking

down her birth parents.

JERI GRAVES: I am searching
to find my biological parents.

There is a slim chance that,
by knowing my medical history,

maybe they could possibly
put something together as

to what is happening with JJ.

ROBERT STACK: Jeri has
few clues about her past.

She was born Kelly Marie
McMillan on November 7, 1963,

in Ventura County, California.

Her parents were not married.

Her mother hoped
to become a nurse.

Her father was of Irish descent.

Jeri's adoption records
are legally sealed,

so she knows little else
about her biological parents

and remains apprehensive about
the prospect of meeting them.

I know things might
be devastating to me.

I know some things
might affect me wrong,

but I'm going to forego that.

If there's a chance for JJ,
I can go through anything.

[music playing]

I've had a doctor
come in and tell me

that my son wasn't going to
live, but in the same breath,

that doctor told me that
my son has a chance.

And even though he
may have problems

and he may not be normal,
he's my baby, and he's my son.

There is an answer out
there and we will find it.

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Join me next time
for another edition

of "Unsolved Mysteries".

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