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In the quiet between last call on a Saturday night and the dawn of a cold

morning, two men are out scavenging.

Check over there. Joe Sanders has had a lean winter and hopes

tonight's haul will be a big one.

They basically went along rest areas looking for anything that they could

salvage. They came upon the dumpster at the Mansfield rest area.

Joe's wife has warned him to stay away from the highway stops.

It's too easy to get mixed up in bad business.

And they look in the dumpster, and one of them sees a plastic bag.

You got something.

Oh, it's wicked heavy.

Oh, yeah.

He opens it, and inside the bag is a blue plaid men's shirt.

His?

All right.

And hers.

In the brown woman's jacket.

What's that?

Is that blood?

Looks like Joe should have listened to his wife.

In the exclusive Boston suburb of Sharon, Massachusetts, Professor Bill

and his family are living the American dream.

Look at that. There you go.

Look at you.

This is beautiful.

Thank you.

He was a big man. He stood 6 '3", 6 '4", but he wasn't really a big, strong guy.

Not someone that would have attracted much attention.

He just sort of blended in, and he looked professorial.

But to his wife, Nancy, Bill is everything.

I love you.

Now parents of three, the high school sweethearts are in it for the long haul,

even if they don't get to see much of each other these days.

Nancy works nights at a retirement home.

Cheers. She was a nurse, a mother, a devoted wife.

I'm going to have to go to work. I'm running a little late.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Bill is a tenured professor at Tufts University in the cellular biology

department.

Have some diet in that second group. Okay. See if it sheds some light on the

topic. He was world renowned. His colleagues really respected him and

admired him. What if we could duplicate these results on mature tissue?

Huh? Would that be something?

He really worked on cutting edge stuff. Tufts really liked the guy because he

was a rainmaker.

Bill.

Hi. Hi.

The NIH paperwork just came through.

It's good.

Really? Yeah.

We're on our way to be in the first class department, people.

First class. When you have one of those kinds of people, you do your best to

keep them.

Bill Douglas really does seem to have it all.

But in the spring of 1982, his behavior becomes slightly erratic.

And his assistant, Jane Erickson, takes note.

Bill, Bill, where have you been? Come on, the board is furious.

Come on, you've got to be accountable, Bill.

Don't worry about it. Bill, come on, look, they're furious. Where have you...

Bill, what's happened to you?

What's happened to your face? No, no, it's okay. He was disheveled. His face

scratched up a little bit. He claimed that he had been mugged. Talk to me.

okay, I can't...

It's going to be all right. No, come on. You've got to report this. We've got to

go to the police. No, we're not going to the police. You need to trust me.

That's a bad idea. Believe me.

Bill's odd absences have raised more than a few eyebrows.

Mr. Douglas?

One time, a lab tech came in, and there was Douglas having slept in his office.

Obviously, this is not the kind of behavior you expect from a professional.

He would normally stay in the office till 6 or 7 or 8. Now, he wasn't going

at all. That was highly unusual.

Before long, a new, more troubling issue surfaces.

Bill, sorry, but accounting's been giving me a hard time about those

Yeah, well, that's unfortunate.

But the thing is that cabs cost money, downtown isn't safe, and that's the way

it is. His assistant, Jane, at one point became alarmed because their petty cash

account was being drained by him. This is more than taxis, Bill. Figure it out,

please.

So there was a lot of suspicion that something was really strange. His

mannerisms and activities that change.

Turns out Bill's wife Nancy is also finding discrepancies in their personal

finances.

Nancy Douglas knew something was going on and she knew the money is gone. She

knew something was up.

Have Professor Hanaka check those numbers.

Suspicions only grow when university officials begin checking his expenses

by line. Bill, we need to talk.

I'm busy.

I have some questions on these receipts.

There were strange things showing up like biological fluid collection units.

It didn't take too long for folks to realize that he was buying condoms with

their petty cash.

Do you forget who I am?

I'm the guy that brings in $250 ,000 grants to this university.

And so clearly you're looking at a guy now who's thinking that he's privileged.

He brings in money so he can do whatever he wants.

Good day, sir.

We'll see what the board has to say.

And unfortunately, it worked, because accounting at that point kind of dropped

the investigation.

Yes, yes, yes, you drive me crazy.

But when the professor hires a mysterious new researcher from MIT,

Jane has a hard time keeping quiet. There was a grad student named Miss

working for them.

But he was the only person who ever allegedly worked with her. Nobody else

saw her. He was paying her $1 ,000 a month, which was far more than any other

grad student received.

Well, think about it.

Bill, there's Ameth Benedict on the phone. She keeps calling.

She keeps calling?

Yeah, yeah. Well, why didn't you put her through the first time?

No, I just thought I'd check and see.

She wouldn't keep calling if you'd put her through. Okay, I thought I'd check

with you first. Yeah, put her through.

Professor Douglas had kind of a hotline set up in his office where his family,

any time they called, they would be put through to him. Well, he had Miss

Benedict also put on this list.

Okay, so just interrupt you for your wife, your kids, and Miss Benedict.

Right.

Okay, thanks.

When Jane finds a suggestive note, it's the final straw.

She saw a transcription that was on the page from Miss Benedict, who she had

never seen, who'd been getting $1 ,000 a month, and it just told her that

something was going on.

In November 1982, Jane reports her boss to university officials.

Jane was key because she really began to put the pieces together. Something was

terribly wrong here.

What is Bill Douglas hiding?

Professor Bill Douglas is keeping secrets.

Money is missing from his personal and professional accounts, and nobody seems

to know anything about his mysterious new hire,

Ms. Benedict.

When are you going to be home?

I got an all -nighter tonight.

Seriously?

Once this Grant thing is tightened up, put away. We're going to go a couple of

weeks up to the lake, just us.

Truth is, Bill has no intentions of working tonight.

He's got other plans close by.

Tufts University is right on the border of the combat zone.

It was out of control at one time.

As big a red light district as there was in America.

The center of activity was a bar called Good Time Charlie's. It was the short

walk for Professor Douglas to go from his laboratory where they're making all

these wonderful discoveries and walk into Good Time Charlie's.

Miss Benedict.

Good evening, Professor.

Bill Douglas is leading a double life, and he's not the only one.

Just 25 miles north of the combat zone.

If you think your mom is something else dealing with rental car companies today,

you should have seen her 15 years ago.

A bright young woman, full of promise, lives with her loud, loving Catholic

family.

Robin was the glue of the family.

She was the one that always found something in common with all of us.

Always had a smile on her face, very energetic.

She was beautiful. She had olive skin, she had black hair, she had dark eyes.

To her father, John, Robin can do no wrong.

She came from a good family. Her parents obviously loved her. Her father loved

her dearly.

There's something for someone I would like to present that came in the mail.

A straight -A student with perfect attendance, Robyn's artistic talent wins

top accolades.

I remember when she got the Presidential Certificate of Merit.

My parents were proud of her. I mean, it was great. I mean, it's an honor.

She was so accomplished in high school that she got accepted at the Rhode

School of Design for her graphic artwork.

Sorry, where are my manners?

I'm Louis.

Hi, I'm Robin. Robin, nice to meet you. Such a beautiful name. Beautiful shirt,

by the way. I love the flowers. I love the whole pattern and everything. It's

great. Thank you so much.

After a semester at art school, the starving artist gets a taste of a more

glamorous life. When she meets Louis Jones, everything changes.

Cheers.

Robin's new love was very different.

You're beautiful.

You're nice.

You give off this very warm vibe and aura.

He drove a late -modeled Mercedes.

He flashed gold chains.

She was usually anxious to talk to her friends about her boyfriends and what

they were doing and what they were into. She would never tell what Lewis did for

a living.

That was amazing.

You're amazing.

She was absolutely in love with Lewis. Lewis was now the love of her life.

See, big plans for us.

Go on.

Like what?

Well, what do you want?

A giant house.

Okay, a giant house. I can do that.

Giant house with a yard. I think I know a way we can afford it.

From all observations, she was doing great. She had a new boyfriend.

She had a fabulous apartment.

So anybody looking from a distance would say that Robin was really making it in

this world.

And she was always willing to share her happiness with her sister, Rhonda.

Can I see? Can I see? I'm ready.

Oh, my God. What do you think? It's gorgeous.

Thanks. My sisters are what they call Irish twins. They're only 10 months

Can I borrow it?

Yeah. Got to see it on you, though.

They were extremely close. Close in age, close in size and everything. Of

course, they exchanged clothes and stuff like that.

Oh, my God. I love it.

Perfect.

Let me see. I love it.

Let's go show Dad. Let's go.

Baby!

Soon, Robin's showing off a lot more than just a jacket.

I have some super exciting news for you guys tonight.

And the changes don't sit well with the family.

She came in wearing this beautiful dress, this fur coat.

Her hair was done up and she had on extra makeup. I just thought that was so

unlike her.

Here, everybody, grab a glass. Don't be shy.

Oh, thank you, baby.

So, we have a very big announcement.

So, Lewis and I are moving in together.

Yeah. Yeah. Tears indeed.

Tears.

He bought me this dress.

Doesn't she look great in a dress? She had a natural beauty, so she didn't have

to put on all that extra makeup to look pretty.

Something was wrong.

How's the pressure, Mr. Johnson?

That's amazing.

Good. I'm glad you like it. Before long, Lewis encourages Robin to quit school

in favor of more lucrative pursuits.

Lewis was promising her that she'd make more money than she ever dreamed of.

But she's expected to offer her clients a lot more than massage therapy.

So, how much? 25?

50. Okay.

Clearly, there was a lot more going on.

At the massage parlor where she worked, she became someone who would sleep with

her clients.

This was what Louis wanted her to do, so this is what she was willing to do.

Louis is a pimp, and he's lured her into prostitution.

Honey, you need to be a lot more affectionate. I'm trying. I know, I

so uncomfortable.

Listen, think how much does our school cost, all right? Why are you doing this?

I know.

There's brutal pimps. There's pimps who get girls hooked on drugs.

But the finesse pimps, like her boyfriend was, they're con men.

And they convince them that it's okay to turn tricks.

It's okay to make money.

What are we doing this for? Our future.

Okay?

You're natural.

Okay?

Just be you.

You're going to be making money. And I love you, baby. Do this for me. And it

works. They would start out at the massage parlor, start sleeping with

clients, and then eventually they were moved on to the street at the places

Good Time Charlie's.

It's here that Robin steps up her game. She immediately attracts all sorts of

attention, including that of local vice detective Bill Dwyer.

I ain't seen you here before.

I don't think we've met.

She stood out a little bit because she dressed well.

You working here?

No, no, I'm just... Doing research for a paper.

Right. I explained to her that the only women going in and out of good time

childhoods were prostitutes.

But she was a little bit incredulous. I said, okay, fine. She went on her way.

Student. College.

Mm -hmm.

Good luck with that.

Thanks.

But the next evening, Detective Dwyer catches her again.

This is clearly not research.

Hello, kid.

Oh, look who it is.

I met you last night.

How's the research coming?

Why don't you two step out of the car?

So, he admitted he had had a sexual arrangement set up for $50.

You're making a huge mistake.

That was her first arrest.

Looks like the jig is up for Robin.

But looks can be deceiving.

After the allure of the good life and the influence of a bad man leads Robin

into prostitution, she's arrested in Boston's notorious combat zone.

Could this be the wake -up call this once successful art student so

needs?

Detective Dwyer pulled her aside, and he just kind of tried to give her friendly

advice. Don't end up like the rest of the people around here.

Listen, Robin, you're not like the others. Just do yourself a favor and

family a favor.

Get out.

You don't understand.

It's temporary.

I don't normally do this.

A lot of them claim I'm not really a prostitute.

That's what they do. They kid themselves.

You're in school.

People say that all the time, but it's not temporary.

Young lady, how can you do this? How can you embarrass our family like this?

Robin's father was absolutely devastated by the news that...

His daughter was a prostitute.

I promise I won't do it again, son.

She didn't go into prostitution on her own. She was coerced into it.

This is just a mix -up.

A mix -up? What do you think? Her father loved her dearly. He didn't want to

believe that.

We will discuss this later at home.

Go. You too.

Despite her brush with the law, Robin is back to work right away.

She quickly lands a whale of a client.

I'm so sorry.

I usually do that to myself.

You have an incredible smile.

Thank you.

What's your name?

Robin, but you can call me Miss Benedict.

Miss Benedict?

I was wondering, are you busy?

I think I can be free.

Not asking for free.

He became a regular customer of Robin.

Put that away.

He's coming to me.

Soon after that first meeting, Bill Douglas isn't just lovesick, he's

I just want you to know this has been the best month of my life.

He went from seeing her maybe once a week to several times a week, till

he had to see her every day.

He would pay to sit with her in a movie theater. He would pay to go for walks.

The golden rule for a prostitute is you want your John to like you, but you

don't want him to be infatuated with you. And that's what happened.

I love being with y 'all.

Here's what I'm thinking.

I made a schedule, and it's got what I understand to be some times that we

be together that work.

You're so organized, Professor.

For

Robin,

time is money.

So Bill comes up with a clever solution.

He hires her as a research assistant and puts her on the Tufts payroll.

Yes, I got the money. Don't worry about the money.

The plan works for nine months until Tufts launches a full -scale inquiry

the professor's department.

It was a very covert investigation, so it was going on totally behind the

scenes. They wanted to meet directly with Robin Benedict, and he made excuse

upon excuse.

The university calls MIT, where she had allegedly worked before.

I just want to check an employee of yours, a Robin Benedict.

Oh, really?

No records at all?

It was just a stunning development for the people at Tuck.

Even more staggering, the audit reveals that Bill Douglas has misappropriated

more than $67 ,000.

They'll be stealing from this great university to basically bankroll this

lifestyle that he had.

Have you lost your mind?

I'm sorry?

The university will no longer condone your behavior.

Put it in writing.

Tufts had a problem. They had given this man tenure, and he couldn't be fired.

So their only recourse was to permanently suspend him. You need to

bags. I'm calling security.

The university called, Bill.

They said you were suspended.

Okay, are they trying to make a big deal out of nothing in the county? Yeah.

Yeah, that's happening.

They trying to make an example of me? Yeah.

That too.

You've made a fool out of me.

But you're not going to any longer.

Say it to my face.

He wound up admitting to her that, yes, he had had a

relationship with a prostitute.

You bastard. How could you do that to me?

She issued him an ultimatum. She said she'd take him back. She wanted her kids

to be raised in as normal a household as they could present.

So help me God.

If I let you stay.

No more Robin Benedict. Do you understand me, Bill?

Against all odds, Bill quits Robin.

Where are the kids?

Well...

I talked to your mom, and she said that she would take them for a couple days.

For Bill, he had lost so much of what he had worked his life for, and he wanted

to show his wife that he could still be useful despite what had happened to him.

But the facade is short -lived.

He was lonely, and he reached out to Robin again.

The next month, Douglas

is invited to give a lecture in upstate New York.

God, I need to be with you.

He decides he wants Robin to come with him.

Three days.

It's a convention.

I'll tell everybody in my research center.

Senior research assistant.

She agrees to do it. Oh, it's going to be grand.

He used to call it spending a grand day together because she used to charge him

$1 ,000 a day. It's two people leading completely double lives.

Robin had a very good family. She was a graphics artist.

Professor William Douglas, an educated man, spent outrageous amounts of money.

How does this happen?

The conference is a success.

Everyone is thoroughly impressed with Bill's stunning senior researcher.

So we should talk about the agreement?

$1 ,000 cash, disagree?

$1 ,000?

$3 ,000 is three days.

I don't have that.

I thought you were going to charge me for the one day at the conference.

Three days, $3 ,000.

There's no... This shouldn't be some sort of surprise.

He had gone through his savings account, his family, his in -laws.

There was no money left.

Are you okay?

Nancy's going to kill me. It broke his heart, both physically and mentally.

Bill! Bill!

Bill! There was the possibility that he was having a heart attack over this.

It's later determined that Bill suffered a panic attack.

At his request, Robin calls Nancy.

who rushes to his bedside.

With Bill lying there with his chest pains, these two women actually saw each

other for the first time. You have the wife trying to put her marriage back

together face to face with the woman who had torn it apart.

Excuse me, Ms. Benedict?

Listen to me.

Don't you ever contact my husband again. Do you understand me? Your husband owes

me $3 ,000.

I don't want to see your face again.

$3 ,000.

Hi, honey.

Not now.

She told him he could still come home.

She wanted her family so much, but she told him, no more Robin.

And indeed, after this night, things would never be the same for Bill and Ms.

Benedict.

Three weeks later, on March 6, 1983,

State Trooper Paul Landry and his partner are called to a Boston -area

stop. I got blood here.

There's a hair right there.

He then focuses on a men's button -down.

There's some distinctive stitching on the pocket.

He noticed that there was a dark thread that had been used to patch the shirt.

More concerning is a woman's brown jacket splattered in blood.

I'm going to call the Santa if the evidence is picked up.

Landry knew that someone was either hurt or there was a homicide out there.

And that means there's a killer on the loose.

Massachusetts State Trooper Paul Landry is convinced he's stumbled onto evidence

of a violent crime.

But what, who, and why remain a mystery?

That's all about to change.

Okay.

Hi,

I need to speak with someone about my girlfriend. Okay, okay.

Calm down, sir. Why don't you sit over here for me?

Yeah, yeah. Hold on just a minute.

What's your name?

Robin Benedict, 21 years old, tall.

All right, all right, let's slow down just for a minute. What seems to be the

issue? She's missing.

Missing. How long has she been missing?

Since Saturday.

She would have returned home that Saturday night, and she didn't. So he

sure something was wrong.

Do you have anything on Robin Barrett?

Benedict. Robin Benedict, age 21.

Prostitution charges.

Okay. They don't have any information down at Missing Persons, but these

have a way of working themselves out.

Frankly, the police didn't think much of it. In the prostitution business with

pimps, a lot of the girls do take off and run away, never to be seen again.

John and Shirley Benedict are also becoming concerned.

Robin's parents were getting suspicious.

Robin's mom had called her joyfully to tell her about a new puppy that they

got. And they never heard from Robin.

Give me this. I'll just call the cops.

It was a girl who was missing.

Her family was worried.

What'd they say?

They said she's a prostitute and she's probably out with some John.

I said, it's okay, it's okay.

At first, I was still trying to get my hand around the fact that she was

missing, and it was just overwhelming.

I lost it. I started crying.

Just too much.

Another week passes, and still no word from Robin.

Her father was distraught. He went to the newspaper to try to get some

publicity. The story initially was beautiful.

The commercial artist goes missing, distraught dad.

Having found out that she was a prostitute, I didn't know. Do we report

Don't we report it? I felt bad for the family. And the editor said, look, you

know, you know this is relevant.

In those early days, I mean, that's all anyone cared about is that she was a

prostitute, not that she was a person.

Pissed me off.

Yeah, she's my sister.

Gonna love her. Try to talk some sense into her if I had the chance, but you

don't treat her.

like trash, just because she went down the wrong path.

The story catches the attention of Trooper Paul Landry.

On a hunch, he reaches out to Robin's family.

The crime lab was nerve -wracking.

Very, very intense for all of us.

Robin's sister, Rhonda, immediately recognizes the brown jacket stained with

blood. Her sister, Rhonda, had tried that very jacket on.

Oh, my God. I love it.

Perfect.

It hurt.

There was no doubt that jacket belonged to Robin Benedict.

She wasn't missing. There was something far more sinister.

Focus immediately turned to Robin's so -called boyfriend, Louis Jones.

His actions were very suspicious because they had sized him up as a pimp, and so

he became suspect number one.

Doesn't she work for you?

Yeah, yeah, she does.

Prostitution, you have her pimp.

No, no, no, not like that at all. A lot of pimps kill their girls. They go

wrong, and for whatever reason, they want to leave them perhaps.

Yeah, you like to wrap up the women, have some fun?

Look, I came here because I want to help you guys find her.

I'm pretty freaking out right now.

Lewis finally caves and admits Robin is a prostitute. He tells Landry they plan

to use most of the money to buy a house in the country.

I love Robin. I'm here because I love her. I'm concerned for her.

You want to marry her? She's your girlfriend and you send her out at night

this? I don't understand that.

You got to give it to Lee. It's something to go on.

One of these guys you send her out to have sex with for money?

Help us and give us something.

There's this guy that's been stalking her for a few months. You might want to

talk to him.

Weeks have passed since 21 -year -old Robin Benedict disappeared.

Police have zeroed in on her boyfriend and pimp, Louis Jones.

There's this guy that's been stalking her for a few months.

Some professor.

Some professor. Any idea where I can find him? I think he works at Tupp.

Louis let them know that the stalker was Professor Bill Douglas.

They owe her like $3 ,000.

Bill had become totally obsessed with Robin. He was writing letters to her

day.

That's from my heart. I wrote that for you.

Okay.

Bye. He had to see her. He had to talk to her.

Can I get a kiss?

I'll see you again. He had really gone off the cliff for Robin.

Robin had been telling Lewis.

that Douglas was getting really obsessive and following her around. He

talking outside the apartment, following her to meetings, just not leaving her

alone. He would sit across the street from her apartment and watch whenever

had a client go in, and he would call vice and get her busted.

He was jealous. He didn't want anyone else to be with her.

Mr.

Douglas, thank you for coming in.

Okay. How'd you get that bump on your head?

Yeah.

I'm really paying attention banging on the door.

I'll start for a few seconds.

Bill tells officers he last saw Robin on March 5th when she came to his house.

Like Saturday, she came to drop off some artwork.

And your wife was home?

No.

She was out for the evening with the kids.

We know Robin didn't come by to drop off art.

Are you implying something?

If you are, you're wrong.

Dead wrong.

Mrs. Douglas, we have a warrant to search the property.

Bill!

But as far as detectives can determine, the trail to Robin ends with Bill

Douglas.

Sir, wait there.

They found Robin's pocketbook, her driver's license, her treasured phone

That's her most valuable thing. So something was really wrong.

There are a lot more incriminating finds around the corner. A pair of women's

underwear police later determined belonged to Robin.

Why in God's name would you keep her panties?

His wife is in the house, his kids in the closet.

One of the troopers found a blue windbreaker and just happened to notice

little blood and they took it.

I don't understand.

Mrs.

Douglas.

Can you come here, please?

And then there's the flannel shirt recovered in the dumpster.

Do you recognize this shirt?

Um, yes. I think that's Bill's.

I did the mending on this. I think I have the thread.

Can you get that for me, please?

Okay.

The blue thread is an exact match.

They decided to actually place Professor Douglas under arrest.

charging him with the murder of Robin Benedict.

They had an overwhelmingly circumstantial case, but they did not

and I think that was something that was a major concern.

Weeks later, tests on Bill Douglas' blue windbreaker come back with a match for

human brain matter.

For this part of the brain to be exposed, this person will be dead.

So that was...

The first evidence they had that Robin was actually dead and not just missing.

Over the next year, while Douglas sits in jail, investigators continue to

for Robin's body.

She didn't just vaporize.

Her body was somewhere, and they were hoping to find it.

But Douglas is not talking, other than to maintain his innocence.

The DA approached us, said, look, We can get him to plead guilty to

manslaughter. We can end this, save you some grief.

If he gives us the body, we'll accept the plea bargain.

On the morning of the trial, they stopped the proceedings, and it was

that Professor Douglas was going to plead guilty.

But he pled guilty to manslaughter.

Douglas finally gets his version of that fateful night.

What are you doing here?

Where's my money?

Get out.

Get out of my house. You owe me $3 ,000.

I don't. And I'm here to get it. Douglas was telling her he didn't have any

money. Maybe Nancy has my money. Stop it. $3 ,000?

You're embarrassing me. Where is it? What are you doing?

Oh, my God. There's so many. Get out of my stuff.

How come you can't pay me my money? I don't.

Dr. Thady hit her again, and finally he wrestled a sledgehammer and

then brought it down upon the top of her skull three times,

so deep that he could look in and see brain matter.

And he said he knew she was dead.

And as a result of your striking Robin Benedict with that hammer, did you cause

her death?

Yes, sir.

Bill Douglas told very self -serving stories that tried to make himself look

like the victim.

Health defense?

No. I mean, come on. It doesn't make sense to me. It's all lies.

According to his testimony, Bill then begins cleaning up his dirty work.

Now he had a problem.

He knew his wife and children would be back fairly soon.

He had to get rid of the body.

So he took Robin in the blue comforter.

put her in the trunk of her car, and then started driving around.

He stows Robin's bloody jacket, the sledgehammer, and his shirt in the

off the Massachusetts Turnpike.

And then he drove away, but he still had the problem of her body.

Bill drives all the way to Providence, Rhode Island, and leaves Robin's body in

another dumpster.

One he knows feeds a massive landfill.

And one of them was so massive that it would have been a completely futile

effort to try and dig it out and find her body. So as far as we know, that's

probably where Robin remains forever.

They never got what the family really wanted with her remains so they could

her. Not knowing is hard.

Where are her remains?

It would be nice if we could bury her.

Bill pleads guilty to manslaughter and is sentenced to 18 to 20 years.

Two families shattered by secrets.

I thought we were a typical middle -class family, decent upbringing.

To hear your sister had a secret life, hear this professor had a secret life,

that he murdered your sister and how he did it.

She's been dead longer than she's been alive.

It does get easier with time, but it's still touchy.

Wherever you are, Robin, I miss you.