Dark Downeast - The Murder of Peggy Flynn (Rhode Island)

Episode Date: December 4, 2025

It was early January in North Kingstown, Rhode Island, when a discovery in a quiet stretch of woods changed a family forever. A young woman had crossed paths with a violent killer close to home. The investigation led to a swift arrest and a conviction that should’ve brought some measure of justice and safety, but what came next defied reason. The man convicted of her murder was given chance after chance to walk free – opportunities that no one could ever justify to the people who loved her. Each time he reentered the world, he proved exactly who he was.If you have any information relating to the murder of Joanne Lee Reynolds, please contact the North Kingstown Police Department Detective Division at [phone], extension 8211.View source material and photos for this episode at: darkdowneast.com/peggyflynn Dark Downeast is an Audiochuck and Kylie Media production hosted by Kylie Low.Follow @darkdowneast on Instagram, Facebook, and TikTokTo suggest a case visit darkdowneast.com/submit-case Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

It was early January in North Kingstown, Rhode Island, when a discovery in a quiet stretch of woods changed a family forever. A young woman had crossed paths with a violent killer close to home. The investigation led to a swift arrest and a conviction that should have brought some measure of justice and safety, but what came next defied reason? The man convicted of her murder was given chance after chance. to walk free, opportunities that no one could ever justify to the people who loved her.

Each time he re-entered the world, he proved exactly who he was. I'm Kylie Lowe, and this is the case of Peggy Flynn on Darktown East. and a young man was out riding his dirt bike through Fuhrer Park in North Kingstown, with his dog keeping up alongside him. Holiday decoration still hung in the windows of some neighborhood houses, but Fuhrer Park itself had settled into the quiet of midwinter. Frost clung to the grass that had long since lost its green, and the air was sharp enough to sting his lungs as he rode.

As they wove the lonely trail on two wheels and four paws, a flash of blue caught the man's eye. It was an old blanket, rolled and set against the slope of the wooded hillside, strangely out of place off the seldom used dirt road. It looked oddly deliberate, like it had been placed rather than tossed aside, but tucked beneath that blanket was something even more alarming. The blanket had been loosely concealing the body of a young woman. She was wearing a blue coat but missing a shoe and sock. She'd been bound and gagged with bandanas. A North Kingston Police Incident report states that the medical examiner later found the woman had suffered five stab wounds through her clothing. A five-inch serrated knife blade was found

still protruding from the woman's chest, but the handle was missing. The victim had also been beaten. The autopsy did not find any conclusive evidence that she had been sexually assaulted. There was no identification or wallet to speak of at the scene, but the woman was wearing a necklace with a single pendant, the letter P. Without much else to go on, police photographed the victim's face and showed it around to area businesses and residents on nearby Lafayette Road, trying to see if anyone recognized her, but no one could place the woman's face. With that, a description of the victim was broadcast on the radio.

Kathleen Flynn was at work when the static of a breaking news report cut through the monotonous drone of office life. I'm in work, and the radio's on, and all of a sudden they said, a young woman was found, murdered in Fuhrer Park. I never even heard of Fuhrer Park. And all I can think of was fury, rage. And I turned around and I looked at the people I worked. I said, oh, my dear God, it's Peggy.

And that's when I had this bad feeling. So I started calling everybody. Kathleen had been feeling off for, days. She'd recently had a terrible nightmare that her younger sister, 20-year-old Peggy Flynn, had died. The vivid image in her head jolted her from sleep, tears blurring her eyes. The vision and the fear it conjured in her mind was so real. But everyone she told, even Peggy herself, assured Kathleen, it was just a dream. Now with over 40 years of perspective, and knowing what she knows now about those early January days in 1984,

Kathleen is certain that it wasn't just a dream, but a prophecy. After hearing the radio report, Kathleen started calling family and friends, her sister's boyfriend, hoping someone could put eyes on Peggy. Kathleen last saw her on New Year's Day, but she was unaccounted for after January 2nd. Meanwhile, as North Kingstown's Detective Sergeant Frederick J. Hayes Jr. was trying to find anyone who could help give

this victim her name back. An unsettling thought surfaced in the detective's mind. He remembered the still unsolved murder of another young woman four years earlier and the nature of her violent death. Motivated by a hunch, he sent a detective to knock on some doors at a nearby apartment complex at 1185-10 Rod Road. Sure enough, that's where police finally got some answers. Hetty Bernstein reports for the Standard Times that though her face was bruised, two neighbors recognized the woman in the photo. A family friend later confirmed this and ultimately the victim's father viewed her body. Everyone said the same name.

It was probably about 5.15. My ex-husband comes into the office and he said, Kath, you've got to come home. You've got to leave now. No. And I knew right away when he said that. And so I said, well, just tell me. And he's like, I can't. I just can't. And I said to him, you either tell me now or sit in the car and give me till six o'clock. That's when I finished work. Because after you say these words, my life will never be the same. The woman in the park was Peggy. I had the dream of her wearing the blue coat I bought her for Christmas. missing the shoe, laying in leaves, and that's how she was found.

As one of eight children, Peggy Flynn grew up in a household where noise and activity filled every room. In the bustle of a big family, it wasn't difficult for a quieter child to go unnoticed. And Kathleen recalls Peggy, often keeping to herself, content to stay on the margins. Peggy, when she was little, she was a beautiful, beautiful child. her hair was really blonde and she had big blue eyes and she was very quiet there were six girls and two boys and peggy was named after my mother and we'd be having dinner and my mother would look at the table and there'd be an empty chair and she's like who's missing and your namesake mom your namesake and peggy would be like out in the yard sitting in the bushes you know drawing or something

She was just really quiet, and then we'd have to go out looking for her. She may have been quiet, but she was also silly. Peggy loved Madlibs and riddles and jokes. She was creative and a gifted artist. Kathleen actually showed me a picture Peggy Drew recreating the cover of a Led Zeppelin album in pencil on paper. Music was a recurring theme during our conversation. There are many songs that remind her of Peggy. There's a song called Starry Night, and it's about Vincent Van Gogh.

One of the lines in the song was, You took your life as lovers often do. I could have told you Vincent, the world was never meant, for one as beautiful as you. That was Peggy. Their mother left when Peggy was still young, leaving the kids in the care of their father. As the eldest daughter, Kathleen stepped into the motherly

role for her siblings. My dad worked nights for the Providence Journal, and my dad was the provider. He really, he didn't know our middle names. He didn't, you know, he just, all he did was work just to keep us going. So when my mom left, there was no mom, no mom figure. And so I took the position. I had the position helping my mom and bathing them when they were little and all that, because she just didn't have enough hands. But after my mother left, they needed. a mom. The arrangement birthed a closeness that went beyond a sisterly bond. They were connected on a cellular, energetic level.

Even as adults, when their five-year age difference put them in different stages of life. When Peggy and Kathleen's father remarried, he decided that all the kids old enough to live on their own should go out and live on their own. Kathleen was married by then, but Peggy was still at home. Since she was 18 years old and legally an adult, Peggy was more or less pushed from the nest, perhaps too early. Her wings weren't quite ready to take flight. She did the best she could, living with friends and then working at a hotel in exchange for board. But as Kathleen put it, Peggy floundered for a while.

Things started looking up when she enrolled in community college classes. The state of Rhode Island offered classes for you to get a trade, and she started going to school to be a secretary, and she was doing splendidly well. Her life was really coming together. I had told her we were going to have a big party when she graduated. And she said, no, no, no, just buy me an electric typewriter. That way it can make money, typing things. Kathleen promised to throw her a party and buy her a typewriter. Peggy took classes part-time and worked at Zaire Department Store in her off hours. But it wasn't much much more. money for a student living on her own.

My dad had lent her some money for a car, so she had transportation, so she could go back and forth to school. It was a light baby blue Buick skylark. Things were starting to come together. But then one day Kathleen visited Peggy at work, and she learned Peggy had been living in that baby blue Buick skylark. Kathleen insisted that Peggy move in with her, and she did, four. a little while. Kathleen said that unfortunately, after a few months, her spouse started putting pressure

on Peggy to find her own place again. So Peggy started shopping around for apartments. Her budget wouldn't stretch very far, but Kathleen remembers the day in August of 1983 when Peggy was so excited to show off the place she'd found, right in North Kingstown. And she described it. It didn't say much. She really actually didn't say anything, except the Price was right. And she was, I'll take you to see it. And I said, okay. So we're driving and we're getting closer. And she pulls in the driveway and I went, oh my God, no. No, uh-uh, no. And she goes, it's right there. I said, Joanne Reynolds was murdered next door, Peggy. They never found out who did it. I said, you can't live here. Our whole lives, every time we went by this place,

we had this creepy feeling long before Joanne ever died. Just a few years early. earlier, 24-year-old Joanne Lee Reynolds was found dead in the very same building at 1185-10 Rod Road in North Kingstown. Despite her sister's fear and protests, despite a still unsolved murder in the same building, Peggy moved in. Peggy hadn't lived in the apartment for very long when she told Kathleen about a neighbor who paid her a lot of extra attention. And then she would tell me things like, oh, my outside light was broken, and this guy Ray, whose brother-in-law owns the house, he came and put a light bulb in.

This Ray was always around the apartment complex, the old New England-style house with peeling white clabbards divided into rentals, and the smaller red cottage beside it where he and Peggy lived. As next-door neighbors, their paths crossed often, but the guy was always inserting himself into Peggy's day under the guise of being helpful. Kathleen caught the intensity of his attention from the start, and it tied a knot of unease in her stomach that she could not ignore. That feeling resurfaced, visceral and all-consuming when Kathleen received the news that altered the course of her life forever. Someone killed her little sister. Peggy was gone. Sitting at the police station with detectives buzzing around her and the early stages of the investigation

in motion, Kathleen could not ignore her gut feeling. She tried to tap into that energetic connection she felt when her sister was alive. She asked Peggy to give her a sign when she heard the name of the person who did this to her. And then Kathleen asked the room, What was the name of the guy that lived near Peggy? And someone said, that's Ray McWilliams. And with that, I started just getting really woozy and nauseous. And I said to Peggy's boyfriend, how much did you know about this guy? And I'm trying to stay calm, you know?

And he said, well, he's a really weird dude. He wore bandanas tied to his legs. And I went, oh, my gosh, I remember they said that she was bound and gagged. Peggy's arms and legs were bound with bandanas. She'd been gagged with a bandana. He did it. I know he did it. And that's when they started putting it all together.

When officers knocked on the door of Apartment 3, 21-year-old Raymond Earl McWilliams wasn't home. However, police were able to track down Raymond's parents who lived down the same road to leave a message for him. The following afternoon, January 7th, Raymond McWilliams walked into headquarters and agreed to speak with police. According to his own sworn statement, Raymond claimed that around 4 or 430 on January 4th, he saw Peggy outside her apartment and asked if he could stop in for a visit.

He explained to police that he'd had sex with Peggy earlier that week, and so once inside her apartment he told Peggy that he thought she was a nice lady and professed his feelings towards her. But already, he was losing control of his emotions, he said. Raymond stated that he asked Peggy for a ride on her way to work, and she agreed. Once he'd gotten into her car, Raymond said he asked Peggy if she'd ditch work to go out with him, but she turned him down. He claimed that Peggy called him names, and that's when things got violent.

He grabbed Peggy, forced her to drive towards Fier Park. He claimed that as they stood, struggled, he kicked a knife with his foot on the floor of Peggy's vehicle, and he used it to kill her. Raymond confessed to everything, to binding her hands with bandanas, to discarding her body in the park, and to covering Peggy's body with a blue blanket from the car. By the time he was finished with his statement, North Kingstown Police placed him under arrest on charges of first-degree murder. His own words may have quickly closed the investigation with an arrest, but Raymond's story has never sat right with Kathleen. To her, his account felt like an attempt to justify what he'd done,

full of excuses, victim-blaming, and details that never quite aligned. He had claimed that he had made love with my sister the day before she died. And he also claimed that the reason why he killed her was because she would not go out with him. He said that my sister had said that he was a low-life sleaze, and she would never date him. And then she gave him a ride in the car. Even if she had said that, anyone in the right mind would never call someone's name and then put them in the car with them when they know the person's getting all worked up. She never said that.

She never would. She never called anyone, even the worst person, anything like a sleaze. They knew right away. After Raymond's initial court appearances, he was ordered held without bail at the Institute of Mental Health for a psychiatric evaluation, he later waived his right to a bail hearing and was transferred to the custody of the adult correctional institutions pending trial. In April of 1984, he entered a not guilty plea. It took almost six months to complete and deliver the results of Raymond's competency evaluation, but he was

ultimately deemed competent for trial on the first-degree murder charge. According to reporting by Hattie Bernstein for the Standard Times, he'd been expected to plead innocent by reason of insanity, so the competency ruling through a wrench in his defense strategy as they moved ahead towards trial set to begin in early June of 1984. But Raymond never did face a jury. Raymond accepted a deal pleading no contest to second-degree murder. A no-contest plea means Raymond agreed the prosecution probably had enough evidence to get a guilty verdict, but he did not admit any guilt for the murder. Despite no requirement to admit his guilt, Raymond spoke at his sentencing hearing and expressed remorse for Peggy's murder. He said he was really sorry for what

he did, and he knew it was wrong and he accepted it. He said he grieved for Peggy's family and hoped that they'd forgive him someday. Kathleen has never believed a word that has come out of Raymond's mouth. A judge sentenced Raymond to 40 years at the Adult Correctional Institute, 15 years suspended, so basically 25 years to serve, and 15 years probation upon release. And get this, he'd be eligible for parole after serving 15 years. Kathleen explained that her family was consulted about the plea deal. She wanted to throw the book at him, let him face a jury of his peers and see him convicted a first-degree murder eligible for the highest possible sentence Rhode Island could hand down.

But it would have been too much for her. her father. He was never the same after Peggy's murder, and a trial would have further weighed on him. The plea deal was a merciful compromise for Peggy's loved ones. Even still, they were all stunned by Raymond's opportunity for parole in just 15 years. Peggy would never get parole. She'd never have life or freedom again while her killer became an unwelcome presence in their lives for decades to come. When my sister left this earth and left our family, there became a new family member. And I don't mean it in the kindest way. Raymond McWilliams became part of our lives, whether we wanted him or we didn't.

And as soon as you kind of start pulling yourself up, another letter, another call from the parole board. And it was just horrifying. In 1999, Raymond was granted parole, despite the objections of Peggy's family. Jennifer Levitts reports for the Providence Journal that Raymond was even permitted to move back to North Kingsdown, where many of Peggy's family members still lived, if he signed a no-contact order that would land him back in prison if he tried to contact any of her relatives. He agreed to the terms of the order and was released after serving just 15 years. for the violent killing of an innocent woman who agreed to give him a ride.

As part of the parole proceedings, Raymond's father stated that he believed his son was different after his time behind bars. He had worked in the prison kitchen as a cook and wanted to go to culinary school. He'd matured. The elder Mick Williams was sure that the 15-plus years he had changed Raymond for the better. But not long after his release, Raymond proved that sometimes people don't change who they are at their core. According to Aaron Emlock's reporting for the Providence Journal, one of the terms of Raymond's release required him to stay at a treatment center for drug and alcohol use for a period of time.

But Raymond did not comply with that requirement and instead took off from the facility. He was on the lamb for about a week when police picked him up and put him back in prison until May of 2002. He was released once again, and then on September 25th of that year, he stole his father's truck and left town with someone who was wanted onto Superior Court bench warrants. Two weeks later, Raymond was apprehended

2,500 miles away in Arizona thanks to his cell phone records. Scott Spittler reports for the Standard Times that Raymond was working as a day laborer at a job site when local police caught up with him. Raymond was convicted of driving a vehicle without the consent of the owner and writing fraudulent checks, so he went back to prison for 18 months

only to be released in November of 2003. A month later, he was picked up for writing bad checks again and was returned to prison. Again. Katie Mulvaney reports for the Providence Journal that Raymond was released in March of 2004 but then went back to prison in June for a domestic violence assault charge.

He served three to half years on that and, you guessed it, he was released once more. On July 4, 2008, while he was free on one of his many intermissions from prison, Raymond walked into a North Kingston home waving a box cutter and threatened a mother who was playing on the floor with her infant daughter. The mother faced the intruder and told him he could have anything he wanted as long as he left. Raymond said he wanted her car, so she gave him the keys and asked him not to tie them up. Raymond allowed the woman to take the car seat and stroller out of the car before he drove off with it.

She called 911 as soon as the intruder was out of sight. When Raymond's description was broadcast on the news, his father recognized it immediately. He called police to report that his son was the likely culprit they were searching for. 45-year-old Raymond was arrested two days later. Apparently, Raymond was mad at his father because he wouldn't rent him a car to drive to Pennsylvania, with his girlfriend and her family, so he decided to steal a car instead. Not to give him any credit for anything, but he actually brought the car back a few days later

in generally the same condition and had topped off the gas. He also gave it a clean, presumably to eliminate his fingerprints before ditching it in Warwick. In May of 2009, Raymond was convicted of first-degree robbery and assault with a dangerous weapon in a dwelling with intent to commit robbery, both of which are capital offenses. At the time of his arrest, 11 and a half years remained of his suspended sentence

for the second-degree murder conviction in Peggy's case. In addition to that remaining time, Raymond was sentenced to life in prison. A life sentence in Rhode Island at the time was a 20-year term. What does life mean? So, yeah, all around, it was just a terrible, terrible situation. And it's really hard to even stay. you know, completely healed because it's such a long and drawn out and difficult process.

And just as soon as you can breathe a sigh of relief and maybe put things in perspective and actually try to forgive, we're back at it again. I'm pleased to inform you that Raymond has not been released since and is still in prison. He was up for parole in 2024, but the Rhode Island Parole Board denied his request. According to my correspondence with the Parole Board, he will be eligible for parole again in June of 2032. A tragedy like Peggy's would have been enough to shake any community. But in North Kingstown, her murder reopened a wound that had never healed

because the place Peggy called home had already been marked by violence. Joanne Reynolds was murdered next door, Peggy. They never found out who did it. I said, you can't live here. On the morning of February 16, 1980, the owner and landlord of the apartment buildings at 1185, 10 Rod Road in North Kingston, Rhode Island was supposed to meet one of his newest tenants,

24-year-old Joanne Lee Reynolds. But when he knocked on the door at the scheduled time, she didn't answer. Concerned, the landlord entered the apartment only to find Joanne's lifeless body in bed. According to early reports, she had been stabbed more than a dozen times through the sheets that covered her, which suggested she was still in bed and possibly asleep when she was attacked. The murder weapon based on her wounds and the holes through the bed sheet, was thought to be a long-bladed hunting knife. It was believed that she died several hours before she was found.

Nothing appeared to be missing from the apartment. Investigators found no sign of forced entry or struggle, but the lock on the door was easily pried open. Police initially believed Joanne likely knew her attacker and that this was a targeted killing. They theorized that the killer may have even been watching her movements prior to the murder. Now, police confirmed that Joanne spent the night before she was found dead with a friend, but would not disclose any further details.

Interestingly, police in the town of Barrington, Rhode Island, some 30 miles away, received an alarming phone call just a few days after Joanne was killed. The dispatcher described the caller as a 23 to 24-year-old man who, very calmly, admitted to a murder in North Kingstown, and said that he might even do it again because he was feeling violent. North Kingstown detectives jumped on that lead, but the caller couldn't give any details about the murder that weren't already made public,

and so they determined it was a false confession. More than 25 people were interviewed in the first few days, including neighbors and the landlord who was supposed to meet with Joanne that morning. At least a dozen people later underwent polygraph examinations, and the results reportedly did not show deception. Nearly a year and a half later, in 1981, the case saw its first major development. Hair samples collected from Joanne's bed were sent to the FBI crime lab for analysis.

These were compared to samples from a suspect who had been seen in the same local bar as Joanne and who was believed to be connected to another Rhode Island homicide. The hairs were reported to be similar in color and texture, but not an exact match. A search warrant for the suspect's apartment did not produce conclusive evidence. The case stalled. Around this time,

the North Kingstown Police Department was facing internal problems. A Rhode Island State Police investigation resulted in numerous misconduct charges and a 1983 grand jury report issued 23 recommendations for improvement, including better investigative training and proper evidence handling.

There is nothing to directly show that these issues harmed Joanne's case, but the timeline is notable because shortly after the grand jury report, a new chief took over to reform the department. Within days of his hiring, North Kingstown was faced with the murder of Peggy Flynn, and we already know her case moved from discovery to arrest within days. It is impossible for me to ignore the perceived parallels between Peggy and Joanne's lives and their deaths. But after all these years, Joanne's case has never reached a conclusion like Peggy's. There have been no publicly named suspects, no arrests, and scarce updates. If you have any

information relating to the murder of Joanne Lee Reynolds, please contact the North Kingstown Police Department Detective Division at 401-294-3316, extension 8211. After consulting with the North Kingstown Police Department regarding Joanne's case, I've decided now is not the appropriate time to conduct a deeper dive into her story. Maybe someday, because there's more to say. However, throughout my research and reporting for this episode, in publicly available archival source material, Joanne's name came up almost every time Peggy's case was mentioned, often adjacent to headlines about Raymond McWilliams. When I started digging into these cases and asking my sources in the area about Raymond and the people connected to him, I was stunned by

what I found. Here's where we need to bust out a red string diagram. As we've established, Peggy and Joanne lived at the same apartment complex at the time of their murders. The original investigators did not ignore that fact, and after his arrest for Peggy's murder, North Kingston PD stated that they planned to question Raymond McWilliams as part of the continuing investigation into Joanne's case. However, at the time, they weren't positive the apartment complex held any real significance or if it was just a coincidence. But there's some

dark energy coming from that address for sure, and it goes beyond Peggy and Joanne. As I searched for reports of other violent crimes at or near the apartment complex, I stumbled upon a marriage announcement. The owner and landlord of the apartment complex at 118510 Rod Road was Henry Whitford. In 1974, Henry Whitford married Janet McWilliams, the sister of Peggy's convicted killer, Raymond McWilliams. Maybe that's how Raymond ended up with an apartment at the complex. His brother-in-law owned the place. But that's not all I found. Stay with me. One of the bridesmaids at Janet and Henry's wedding, and presumably a friend of Janet's or the McWilliams family, was Kathy Nicastro Luongo.

And the same year that Raymond McWilliams murdered Peggy, someone also murdered Kathy Luongo. Kathy's case also remains unsolved. Raymond was in police custody at the time of Kathy's murder as far as I can tell, so he's not a viable suspect in that case. But it's still odd, right? Unable to ignore it myself, I immediately reached out to two individuals who have taken up Kathy's case as their own passion project. I sent them the marriage announcement pointing out the bizarre connection that Kathy was the bridesmaid for a woman whose brother would later be convicted

of murder. I wanted to know if they found the overlapping circles as wild as I did. That's when the individuals looking into Kathy's murder told me that Janet, herself, Raymond's sister, Henry's wife was a suspect in the attempted murder of Henry. Side note, they also told me I emailed them on Kathy's birthday, which I was completely unaware of. So maybe there's something bigger at play in the universe here. My woo-woo's hide is absolutely activated. Anyway, of course, I looked into the attempted murder of Henry Whitford.

According to Dave Cromby's reporting for the Providence Journal, in 1988, Henry managed to drive. himself to a gas station and call for help after he was shot in the head. He was rushed to the hospital and later made a nearly complete recovery. The investigation uncovered that Henry had driven to a sandpit in West Greenwich with a man named Glenn Birch, who rented an apartment from him on 10 Rod Road. Henry believed he was going to look at a lawnmower for sale. Instead, Glenn shot him in the head with a 38-caliber handgun.

Police suggested this was a love triangle that became vengeful and violent. Henry's wife Janet reportedly wanted a divorce, but Henry wouldn't agree to it, so she and Glenn conspired to kill him for his life insurance money. Janet called Glenn after Henry was rushed to the hospital and left a message on his answering machine saying, quote, you tried, but he is still alive, end quote. Janet was arrested in June of 1988 on a charge of conspiracy to commit murder. Glenn was also arrested and charged with assault with intent to commit murder. He ended up pleading guilty to conspiracy to commit murder and assault with a dangerous weapon

and was sentenced to 30 years in prison with 15 years suspended and 15 years probation upon release. As for Janet, she pleaded guilty to conspiracy to commit murder but was granted. leniency after Henry asked the judge not to send her to prison for the sake of their children. They'd since gotten divorced. The judge sentenced Janet to a four-year suspended sentence with four years of probation. If there was ever a New England true crime story that requires a full-blown red-string diagram on the wall, it's this one. Peggy and Joanne lived in the same apartment complex. The landlord of that complex was married to Peggy's kill sister. That same sister later stood accused of plotting her own husband's murder, and in the

middle of it all, there's a friend of the McWilliam's Whitford family whose unsolved murder still hangs in the air. Are these proof of something larger at work, or are they simply the kind of bizarre coincidences that can happen in small communities? That is the question we can't answer yet. The closure of Peggy's case did not untangle this complex web. She had this incredible laugh. She had a beautiful sense of humor. She was kind and gentle, and she was faithful. She was faithful to the underdog. She was faithful to her brothers and sisters. Even the guy that killed her, I said I had a bad family. I had a bad family. about him all along, and she made excuses that he was misunderstood, and he really was a nice

person. Peggy's compassion was intentional, generous, and unguarded. She believed in people, even when they didn't deserve it. That capacity for empathy for seeing the good in others was one of her greatest strengths. It's also what makes her loss so heartbreaking. Years later, Kathleen still finds ways to hold her sister close. Not only in men, memory, but in moments that feel almost like a brief reunion. I was going through the hope chest where my boxes with all my goodies, my cards and stuff from my sister. I found one of her sweatshirts, and it was her painting sweatshirt. She has a sweatshirt that she'd wear when she was like working in the yard or something. I took the sweatshirt and I put

the arms around my neck and I put the front of it against my chest and I put my arms around it, and I kind of closed my eyes, and I swear I could feel her. And I know she's always with me. Grief doesn't go away. It changes shape. It settles into the objects we keep, the rituals we create, the quiet reminders that someone still walks beside us, just in a different way. Peggy didn't have much in a material sense, but what she gave, her time, her care,

her last dollar, if you needed it, was priceless. For Kathleen, that is the legacy that survives her sister's earthly life. She was the kind of girl that had nothing, but if she was hungry and you said you were hungry, she'd give you her dollar to go get something she would do about. That's just the way she was. I wish that I was a quarter of the person that she was. and I just feel as if God took the very best.

Thank you for listening to Dark Down East. You can find all source material for this case at Darkdowneast.com. Be sure to follow the show on Instagram at Darkdowneast. This platform is for the families and friends who have lost their loved ones and for those who are still searching for answers. I'm not about to let those names or their stories get lost with time. I'm Kylie Lowe, and this is Dark Down East. Dark Down East is a production of Kylie Media and Audio Check.

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