Hi crime junkies, I'm your host Ashley Flowers and I'm Britt and today's story is one of

those that came to me in the strangest of ways Britt so years ago when I was in

another state working on a completely different

podcast I heard this story. It was a story I had never heard before which is

rare. Yeah. But I couldn't figure out how I hadn't heard about it because the story that was told to me was so bizarre, so infuriating and chilling that it didn't seem real.

But when I googled the case, like years ago,

there's only a few small articles that came up

about this missing boy from the 60s.

It wasn't quite like the woven tail I was told,

but I could never forget about it.

Like it was one of the things like itches my brain and I kept coming back to it over and

over until I had the right resources to really dig in. And digging in is the key to this case, in more ways than one,

and it turns out what I was told all those years ago

seems to be true.

This is the story of Reed Jepson. I'm going to be here. Oh, For many Salt Lake City, Utah residents, Sundays are a sacred day reserved for faith and family,

especially for the city's largest population of Latter-day Saints.

And that's definitely true for the large Jepsin Clan. So as the

morning church sessions come to an end on Sunday, October 11, 1964, they all

gather back at their house.

Suzanne, who's among the oldest of the kids in the house,

is in the kitchen whipping up the family's Sunday staple

of roast beef, mashed potatoes, and gravy,

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