So Monday, November 13, 1989, I was at work.

My mother called me mid-afternoon and said that she couldn't find my sister.

That's Suzanne Reed.

At the time, she was 20 years old and living in Baton Rouge, Louisiana,

and her sister, Angie, was 24.

Her mother said she'd talked with Angie the night before,

but hadn't been able to reach her since,

which was odd, because they typically spoke several times a day.

Suzanne tried to get in touch as well, but in 1989, her options were limited.

We really had no way to reach her except by a landline phone.

Kept trying. My sister and her husband owned a small costume jewelry store in the local mall.

We called there several times thinking maybe she had gone to work and the employee said no.

Two years earlier, Angie had married a wealthy older man named Joey Smith. When Suzanne's mother

finally reached him, he offered no explanation for her disappearance.

But later that day, he confessed that the two of them had had a fight the night before.

That morning, he said, she'd packed her suitcase and walked out.

That was all he knew.

And my mother and I felt like we knew immediately.

This is very, very bad because she had shared with us over the previous months that he had been physically abusing her and that he had even threatened to kill her.

In recent months, Angie's relationship with her husband had turned violent.

She'd come to her mother's house

covered in bruises and said she feared for her life. And I would say by Monday night, we were convinced

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