Murder: True Crime Stories - UNSOLVED: Amy Bradley 2

Episode Date: May 28, 2026

In Part 2 of Murder: True Crime Stories, host Carter Roy continues the investigation into the 1998 disappearance of 23-year-old Amy Bradley from a Royal Caribbean cruise ship. Multiple witnesses claimed to have seen Amy alive across the Caribbean in the years that followed, but every lead ran cold, and a con man posing as a Special Forces operative bilked her family out of more than $200,000. Decades later, the Bradleys still believe Amy is out there, and they're still waiting for the day she comes home. Head over to our Murder True Crime Stories YouTube channel to WATCH our video episodes: https://www.youtube.com/@MurderTrueCrimeStories If you’re new here, don’t forget to follow Murder True Crime Stories to never miss a case! For Ad-free listening and early access to episodes, subscribe to Crime House+ on Apple Podcasts. Murder True Crime Stories is a Crime House Original Podcast, powered by PAVE Studios 🎧 Need More to Binge?  Listen to other Crime House Originals Clues, Crimes Of…, Serial Killers & Murderous Minds, Crime House 24/7, and more wherever you get your podcasts! Follow me on Social Instagram: @Crimehouse TikTok: @Crimehouse Facebook: @crimehousestudios YouTube: @murdertruecrimestories To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Hi, listeners, it's Carter Roy. Before we get into today's episode of Murder True Crime Stories, I want to tell you about another show I think you'll love, Hidden History with Dr. Harini Bot. Every Monday, Dr. Bot goes where history gets mysterious. Vanished civilizations, doomsday prophecies, paranormal phenomena, and events that science still can't fully explain. Dr. Bot treats these moments like open case files.

Not myths, not superstition, just incomplete explanations waiting for a closer look. Hidden history drops every Monday. Follow now on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, or wherever you listen. So you never miss a mystery. This is Crime House. Uncertainty is its own kind of suffering. And when you're a parent whose child has vanished without a trace, that suffering has no bounds. so you hold on to any sliver of hope.

When someone calls and says they've seen her, when someone sends a photo or a tip or a name, you follow it. Of course you do. What else could you do? In March 1998, a 23-year-old woman vanished from a Royal Caribbean cruise ship. Nobody was ever found. No one was ever charged, and people have been trying to find answers. answers ever since.

But here's what makes Amy Bradley's case so frustrating. It's not that nobody cared. It's that caring wasn't enough. Red tape, jurisdictional dead ends, opportunities missed or ignored, the gap between wanting to help and actually helping turned out to be enormous. That's what this story is really about. Not just the leads and the sightings and the things. theories but the people who exploited the Bradley's hope and the people who honored it and how a family

kept believing no matter the cost. People's lives are like a story. There's a beginning, a middle and an end, but you don't always know which part you're on. Sometimes the final chapter arrives far too soon, and we don't always get to know the real ending. I'm Carter Roy, and this is murder, true crime, stories, a crime house original powered by Pave Studios. New episodes come out every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday, with Friday's episodes covering the cases that deserve a deeper look. Thank you for being part of the crime house community. Please rate, review, and follow the show. And for add free access to every episode, subscribe to Crime House Plus on Apple Podcasts. And this is the second of two episodes on the disappearance of Amy Bradley. In March 1998, the 23-year-old vanished from the Royal Caribbean

cruise ship she was vacationing on with her family. The world has been searching for her ever since. Last time, I set the scene. Amy and her family were a tight-knit bunch, even if her relationship with her parents had gotten a little strained when she came out as gay. But by the time the Bradley's boarded the Rhapsody of the Seas in the Caribbean, all seemed to be. well. That is until Amy went missing three days later. Today, I'll walk you through the FBI's investigation and the Bradley's desperate hunt. Over the years, there were multiple sightings of Amy, but were those reports the real deal, or were they simply giving a grieving family false hope? Decades later, we still don't have all the answers, but the Bradley's aren't giving up. All that and more

coming up. On March 24th, 1998, 23-year-old Amy Bradley vanished from Royal Caribbean's Rhapsody of the Seas. She was last seen in the early morning hours before the ship docked in Curacao. Her family begged the crew to hold passengers on board until Amy was found. The crew said no. Protocols were protocols. And so roughly 2,000 passengers and 700 crew members, were free to come and go as they pleased. Amy's family, her father Ron, her mother Iva, and her younger brother Brad, believe someone took advantage of that decision that they'd snuck Amy off the ship. Whether she was still alive at that point was another question entirely. The Bradley spent four agonizing days on Kurosau searching for her. When they came up empty,

they made the painful decision to go home and regroup. Ron's insurance company offered them a private jet back to Virginia, and they took it. At home, they converted Ron's desk, normally buried in insurance paperwork, into a command center. World maps went up on the walls, photos of Amy, a new phone line dedicated entirely to tips. The FBI had issued an alert and was offering a $25,000 reward for information, leading to Amy's recovery or the identification, arrest, and conviction of anyone responsible. The Bradleys were going to make sure as many people as possible saw that alert. They blasted the FBI flyer everywhere they could think of

and spoke to any news outlet that would have them anything to spread the word. About five days after they got home, the tip line rang. Iva answered. A man on the other end launched into a fast, urgent story in Spanish. Iva didn't speak the language, so she scrambled to find a neighbor who did. The neighbor grabbed a pan and started taking notes as she spoke with the man. He said he'd seen a TV segment about Amy and recognized her immediately. He'd seen her in person on March 28th, four days after she disappeared.

She'd been at the terminal in San Juan, Puerto Rico, shortly after the Rhapsody of the Seas docked there on its return voyage. He described a man in a baseball cap forcing Amy into a taxi. For the Bradley's, this was everything. Their first real lead and possible proof that Amy was alive. They called the FBI working the case in the Caribbean, and fax them the witness's name and number. From there, the federal agents could coordinate with local authorities

who technically had jurisdiction. After that, the Bradley's waited and waited. Eight months later, they would learn the FBI had never interviewed the man. The FBI, for its part, denied ever receiving the lead. at all. During that period, the Bradley's didn't just sit around. They kept actively searching for Amy. About two and a half weeks after coming home, 49-year-old Ron and 21-year-old Brad flew back to Curacao. Iva stayed behind. She said someone had to answer the hotline if it rang. But really, she just couldn't bring herself to go back to that island and leave without her daughter a second time.

on kurosau ron and brad held a press conference once again spreading the news about amy's disappearance and their efforts to find her afterward a taxi driver approached them he held one of amy's missing flyers in his hands he told ron that it wasn't possible that amy had gone overboard she was alive he'd seen her himself he said that the morning she disappeared a young woman who looked just like amy wearing a white t-shirt and jeans, had walked up to his cab. She said she needed to find a phone. He pointed her toward one, but then she walked away in the opposite direction. He thought it was strange at the time, now staring at her face on that flyer.

Strange didn't quite cover it. The driver suggested Ron and Brad check out two spots on the island, coral cliffs and cadushi cliffs, although he warned them that they weren't places where you wanted to go around asking the wrong person, the wrong question. They should just look around and see if they noticed anyone. Ron and Brad teamed up with a Curacao police officer named John Mentar, who insisted on going with them. Mentor agreed with a cab driver, and the two of them going around alone wasn't a good idea. Some locals wouldn't appreciate Americans poking around in their business.

Mentor explained that a lot of the crime on Kirissau was tied to its proximity to Venezuela, so drugs mostly, but also prostitution, sometimes sex trafficking. And the people involved with those industries were no joke. But with Mentar's help, they were able to search the cliffs, as well as other areas generally off limits to anyone but locals, including a junkyard with abandoned shacks with beds in them. At one point, Ron spotted a box of Tic Tacs next to one of the beds and felt his heart catch. Amy loved Tick-Tax.

He stared at it for a moment, wondering maybe if it was a sign that she'd been there. Even Ron acknowledged that it was a stretch. And sadly, the rest of their search on that trip came up empty. And once again, Ron and Brad left Curacao, empty-handed and defeated. But in the coming months, sightings around the island would give them hope that they'd been on the right track. In August 1998, about five months after Amy went missing, 46-year-old David Carmichael was vacationing on Curacao. He was a Canadian computer engineer and avid scuba diver. He and his friend had just finished their afternoon dive.

They were chatting on the beach when out of the corner of his eye, David noticed three people walking toward them. There was a black man, a white man, and a white woman trailing slightly behind. He didn't give it much thought. He turned back to his friend and kept talking. But when the woman heard them speaking English, she stopped, turned around, and walked straight toward David. She took off her sunglasses and looked directly at him, like she was about to say something. Before she could, the black man beside her motioned sharply.

She looked down, then turned, and walked away without looking back. As she did, David noticed a tattoo on her shoulder. What stayed with him wasn't the tattoo, though. It was the look the man gave him after. A deep, menacing glare. Like a warning. Back off and leave her alone. Something about it just felt wrong.

Later, David and his friend went to a nearby beach cafe. The woman and the two men happened to already be there, seated a few tables away. The whole time they sat there, the woman kept glancing over at David, like she was once again working up the nerve to say something. But she never did. David filed it away as strange, unsettling even,

but nothing he could act on. He hadn't witnessed anything exactly, just a feeling. So he let it go. Until December, back in Canada, when he saw her face on America's Most Wanted, along with a $250,000 reward for information leading to her recovery. David knew he needed to speak up. But even once he reported his citing, it would take months before anything came of it. You're just people.

And people are either productive or dead weight. It's my first day of work and I need to make a big impression. Were you just checking me out? No. It's too bad. I see at least 15 ladies I need to talk to you before my beta block. My coworkers don't take me seriously. It's not a human.

It's just a piece of meat. Someone bring a gurney. Think about some of the cases that defined true crime in America. Ted Bundy, Jeffrey Dahmer, the kidnapping, of Elizabeth Smart, the Karen retrial. Some crime cases are so shocking, they don't just make headlines they forever change a country. I'm Katie Rang, host of America's most infamous crimes. Each week, I take on one of the most notorious criminal cases, whether it's unfolding now

or etched into American history, revealing not just what happened, but how it forever changed our society. Serial killers who terrorized cities, unsolved mysteries that kept detectives up at night, and investigations that change the way we've done. think about justice. Each case unfolds across multiple episodes, released every Tuesday through Thursday, from the first sign that something was wrong to the moment the truth came out or didn't. These are the stories behind the headlines. Listen to and follow America's most infamous crimes available now wherever you get your podcast. In August 1999, David Carmichael had seen a woman

on a beach in Curacao, who he was certain was Amy Bradley. He'd watched her try to make eye contact watched a man shut her down with a single look, and then he'd let it go. Months later, seeing her face on America's Most Wanted, David realized what he might have witnessed. The program said Amy had gone missing nine months earlier in March 1998. David was positive. The woman he saw on the beach was her, and that tattoo on her shoulder? He was equally certain it matched the Tasmanian devil tattoo, the FBI said Amy. he had. One caveat worth noting, it's not clear whether David described a Tasmanian devil tattoo before the episode aired or only after seeing it mentioned on the show. And the program also showed

photos of Alistair Douglas, aka Yellow, the bass player from the cruise ship band. He was one of the only potential suspects, even that the polygraph had technically cleared him. But when David saw a picture of yellow. He was convinced yellow was the man he'd seen with Amy on the beach. David sent an email to America's Most Wanted with everything he knew. He never heard back, so he assumed they'd found Amy. Case closed. But then in March, 1999, he saw Amy's story on another show, Unsolved Mysteries. David reached out again, this time directly to Ron Bradley. He even flew to Virginia to meet with a family. When they asked him to describe what he'd seen, he walked them through it in detail.

Amy's eyes, her tattoos, the way she'd looked at him like she was working up the courage to speak, and that he was confident the man beside her was yellow. For the Bradley's, David had provided a serious credible sighting. It meant that Amy might still be out there, that whatever had happened to her, she'd survived for months after her disappearance. And that gave them hope. She was definitely in trouble, but she was alive. Now they just had to find a way to bring her home.

In the fall of 1999, a man named Frank Jones sent the Bradley's an email, answering their prayers. Joan said he was a former U.S. Army Special Forces officer with the team of ex-Army Rangers and ex-Navy Seals. They could find Amy and get her off, Curacao. He literally told Iva that he would put her daughter on his back and swim her out of there if he had to. The timing was almost uncanny. The family had just received a tip from a cook in Curacao named Judith Margarita. She claimed to have seen Amy not once, but multiple. multiple times, shopping at a grocery store and working out at a gym. Amy was usually with a man who had long, blonde hair on the sleeve of tattoos.

Afterward, the man would take Amy back to a housing complex surrounded by barbed wire and guarded by heavily armed Colombian men. Margaritha gave accurate descriptions of Amy's tattoos, and then she did something that stopped Iva cold. She hummed part of the lullaby that Iva used to sing to Amy when she was a baby. The family was convinced she was telling the truth. But it seemed like local officials weren't so sure of Margaritha's claims. They said there was no evidence that she was telling the truth. The case had become so well known. It was possible she was just repeating information she'd heard somewhere else. And when it came to the FBI, they had even bigger issues. Even if the Bureau

wanted to investigate the lead, they had to defer to local authorities who had jurisdiction in the Caribbean. Jones, with his private team and his willingness to operate outside of official channels, suddenly looked like the best option the Bradley's had, maybe the only option. So they hired him. The Bradley's had raised a significant amount of money for the search, and they were prepared to spend it. Jones got to work quickly, and soon he sent back a report detailing how he dispatched two former Navy SEALs to Curacao to follow up on Margaritha's claims. They had set up surveillance near the house where Amy was allegedly being held, and apparently they'd seen her. She had been brought into the complex in a dark green SUV. V driven by a man with long blonde hair.

Then things got dangerous. Jones said he had to pull his men after a week because the armed guards had fired on them. The situation was volatile and Amy could be in imminent danger. The Bradley's were terrified. They pushed Jones to act. But Jones stalled. Weeks past, then months. He kept sending men and kept sending reports.

assuring the Bradley's that Amy was alive, but not doing anything. Until finally, he said he was ready to move. There was just one problem. He needed more money. The Bradley's agreed, but they wanted proof of life first, real proof. So Jones had one of his men take long-distance photos of a woman on a beach with a blonde-haired man. The subjects had their backs to the camera. but on the woman's ankle, you could make out what appeared to be one of Amy's tattoos. When Iva saw the photos, she was certain 100%. That was her daughter. So the Bradley's wired another payment.

All told, Jones had now received $210,000, roughly $24,000 from the family, and another $186,000 from a fund set up by a missing children's organization. Everything was in motion. The Bradleys flew from Virginia to Florida and checked into a hotel so they could be there the moment Amy came back stateside. They sat by their phones and prayed. Any minute now, they told themselves any minute. A week went by. The call never came.

In reality, Jones was in Curacao with a group of men, but everything else, it was a total. They had never found Amy. There were no armed guards. Jones had his men surveilling a house with random people in it. In those photos, Jones had two acquaintances pose for them on a beach in Florida. The man wore a blonde wig and the woman wore fake tattoos. It was clear Jones just planned on scamming the Bradley's out of as much money as possible than disappearing into the night. But before that happened, one of his men decided to tell the Bradley's the truth. It's not clear if he knew about the scheme the whole time and just broke, or if Jones had been lying to all the men, too. In other way, the associate called up the family himself and told them that Jones

was a phony. He'd never even served in the special forces. In February 2002, federal prosecutors charged Frank Jones with defrauding the Bradley's of $24,44 and the missing children's organization of $186,416. Jones pleaded guilty to mail fraud two months later and was sentenced to five years in prison with orders to repay every dollar. Judith Margarita, the cook who'd hummed Iva's lullaby and described Amy's tattoos in such convincing detail also turned out to be a fraud in it for the reward money the bradley's had paid her about eight thousand dollars for her information how she knew the lullaby no one seemed to know ron and iva said jones and margaritha weren't the first people who had exploited them and they probably

wouldn't be the last but the bradley's felt like they had no choice but to listen when someone came forward with what looked like credible information about their daughter. They had to follow it, even if it meant trusting strangers who turned out to be lying. What else were they supposed to do? Two years after the Frank Jones fiasco in 2001, another stranger entered the story. Bill Hefner saw Amy's photo on the cover of People magazine in an issue about missing persons. His stomach dropped. He recognized her. Bill was a Navy veteran who had served aboard the USS Chandler, a destroyer that had made port in Curacao in January 1999, about nine months after Amy went missing. One evening, he slipped into a brothel, technically off limits to Navy personnel, but he was

curious and figured no one would notice. Inside, he got to talking with two men who were sitting with two women. After a while, one of the men went upstairs with one of the women, and the other stepped away from the table, leaving Bill alone with the second woman. Suddenly, she grabbed his arm. She spoke in an American accent and said, she was in trouble. She told Bill that the men had her papers, so she was trapped on the island, then she squeezed his hand and told him her name. Amy Brum, Brum. Bradley. Bill didn't know what to make of it. He figured she was one of the sex workers, probably trying to run some kind of scam, maybe she was on drugs. He'd never heard the name Amy Bradley before, so it meant nothing to him. Still, he told her that if she was really American,

all she had to do was walk up to any U.S. ship in port and ask for help. She dropped his hand and said she couldn't do that. Then one of the men came back. and she went quiet. Bill left the brothel later that night, but even if the encounter had spooked him, he didn't report it. He was afraid of getting in trouble with his superiors for being somewhere he shouldn't have been. For two years, Bill had barely thought about that night. Then he saw Amy's face on that magazine cover and it all came back. He reached out to the family, but his silence had cost him. By the time anyone could investigate the brothel, there was no trace of Amy, no trail to follow. Two years is a long time.

No one could say for certain whether she'd ever been there at all. And even if she had, she could be anywhere at that point. The search for Amy continued. And soon the hunt would move from Curacao to the nearby island of Barbados, where another siding would keep the Bradley's hope alive. but whether the sighting was legit or not was another story. Maybe Amy's captors really were shepherding her around the Caribbean, or perhaps the case had become so prominent that it was generating false reports. Potential witnesses wanted to believe they really saw her,

but had they? Or were their minds playing tricks on them? Hi, listeners, it's Carter Roy. Are you interested in the mysterious parts of history? Like when in 1518, an entire European city couldn't stop dancing. Or in 1908, when something flattened over 800 square miles of Siberian forest in an instant. I'm excited to tell you about a new show, Hidden History, with Dr. Horini Bott. Dr. Bott has spent her entire career demanding evidence and asking why.

Now, every Monday on Hidden History, she's going where history touches the unknown. Vanished civilizations, doomsday prophecies, paranormal phenomena and events that science still can't fully explain. Dr. Bot treats these moments like open case files, not myths, not superstition, just incomplete explanations, waiting for a closer look. At the end of every episode, she'll tell you exactly what she thinks happened and ask, what if it happened today? Hidden history drops every Monday. Follow now on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, or wherever you listen, so you never miss a mystery. By 2001, several credible leads had come in about Amy Bradley, who would have been 26 that year. The most recent was from Navy veteran Bill Heffner, who said he'd seen her in a Curisal Brothel in January 1999.

He'd stayed quiet for two years, afraid of repercussions from his superiors. Once he was out of the Navy, he finally came forward. Four years after Bill's reports, another sighting emerged. It was March 2005, almost seven years to the day since Amy went missing. An American woman named Judy Marr was vacationing in Barbados with her husband, and she stopped to use the restroom in a department store. While she was in the stall, she heard a group of people come in, including, oddly, a couple of men.

She listened as they spoke to a woman with them. They warned her that a deal was imminent and that she'd better be on time. Then Judy heard the woman ask if there would be time to see the children. And one of the men said yes. Then they all left, leaving the woman alone in the restroom. Judy stepped out of her stall. The woman was at the sink.

She looked shaken and emotional like she was holding it all together by a thread. Judy felt an instinct to help. She asked the woman what her name was. The woman said she was Amy. And she mumbled something that sounded like she said she was from Virginia. Then, according to Judy, the woman started walking toward her. Her expression unreadable.

And Judy got uncomfortable and didn't. know what to do, so she made her excuses and slipped out past the woman. Outside, the men were waiting. Judy played dumb, leaning on her American accent and pretending like she hadn't noticed anything strange at all. When she got back to her husband, she told him what happened. But like so many before her, she didn't know who Amy Bradley was, not yet. It wasn't until later when she finally recognized her face that she came forward with what she'd seen. Three sightings, three credible witnesses, Judy Marr, Bill Heffner, and David Carmichael, the Canadian diver from the beach. The FBI investigated all of them and came up empty.

Not too much time had passed between the encounters and the reports. The trail had gone cold in each case before anyone could follow it. But then the Bradley's received an another, anonymous email with a link to a website, a Caribbean escort service, the kind that advertises with photos. The source had flagged one image in particular. A grainy photo of a woman on a bed posed in her underwear. The site listed her name as jazz. But if you looked closely, you might have sworn it was Amy. The Bradley's brought it to the FBI, who ran a forensic analysis on the photo, they couldn't definitively say that the woman was Amy, but they found enough physical similarities that they couldn't rule it out either. In November 2005, the Bradley's

went on Dr. Phil. He presented the FBI's findings to his audience, framing it as evidence that Amy had likely been trafficked into the sex trade. It must have been difficult for the Bradley's to broadcast that image on national television of a woman who might be their daughter but they'd made the calculation that more eyes meant more chances if someone recognized jazz maybe they'd finally get an answer no one came forward the case went quiet again until five years later in 2010 when a human jawbone washed ashore in Aruba. Investigators initially tested it against Natalie Holloway, the 17-year-old American tourists who had vanished from Aruba in 2005.

It wasn't a match. But the bone appeared to belong to a white person, and according to the Aruba Missing Persons website, only 10 people had disappeared while vacationing in the Caribbean between 1995 and 2010. Amy Bradley was on that list. So it stood to reason the bone could be hers. The Bradley's were skeptical.

They still believed Amy was alive, but they provided the FBI with her dental records, just to be sure. Whatever tests were run, nothing connected the jawbone to Amy. The case had hit so many walls over the years, and yet somehow something about Amy just kept people interested. Eventually, a Netflix crew began filming,

a three-part documentary on the Bradley's in their search for Amy. It covered the full arc of the case, the sightings, the scammers, the dead ends. And then during production, something unexpected happened. A woman named Amika Douglas reached out to the Bradleys. She was the daughter of Alistair Douglas, aka Yellow, the bass player from the ship and one of the initial suspects in Amy's disappearance. Amika sat down in front of the cameras and shared her doubts about her father. She hadn't even been born when Amy vanished.

Her mother had been pregnant at the time. But over the years, her mom had told her things. Like the fact that when Yellow came home after that cruise, he was different. Her mother noticed it immediately. So she went through his bag, suspicious of something, and found him. a collection of photos of a bunch of white women. There were no photos of Amy specifically, at least not that Amika knew of, but it was strange, and Amika wanted answers. So on camera, she called her father. Yellow denied everything. He said he took photos with passengers all the time. That's just

what crew members did. Amika pushed back. She pointed out that it wasn't normal to bring those photos home and hide them. Yellow held firm. He reminded her that he'd taken a polygraph test. The FBI had cleared him. There was no evidence against him and he was without question innocent. He said he understood the Bradley's desperation that if Amika ever went missing, he'd chase every lead and suspect everyone too. But it didn't change the facts. He didn't know what happened to Amy. the cameras kept rolling but nothing was resolved here's one more theory that stuck with investigators and the bradley family something that potentially reframes the whole picture amy disappeared in 1998 she was 23 years old if she's still alive today she's in her 50s nearly three decades have passed

in judy marr's account from barbadoes the woman in the restroom asked the men a question before they left. She asked if there would be time to see the children. Some investigators and people close to the case believe that Amy may have had children in the years since she was taken, that the people holding her have used those kids as leverage, a way of keeping her compliant and keeping her from running. If that is the case, then it changes everything. It might mean that bringing Amy home isn't that simple because she may not be willing to leave without them. Today, the Bradley's believe Amy is still out there and whether she has children or not. They run a website which they update regularly filled with family photos and memories

and they've noticed that there's one IP address originating from Curacao in Barbados that tends to visit the site around holidays, birthdays, and anniversaries. They have no idea who it is. And the FBI can't trace it further because it doesn't belong to a U.S. carrier. All the Bradleys know is that whoever is using that IP address stays on the site for about 45 minutes. minutes at a time. They hope it's connected to Amy. Maybe it's Amy herself with some sort of internet access, just in case they keep updating the site so that she knows they're still searching for her and thinking about her. Brad knows there's a world where his sister is dead,

but he prefers not knowing. Without that closure, there's still hope that she might come home one day. Ron also believes that his daughter will return. He keeps Amy's car in the garage perfectly maintained for when she's found. When? Not if. Every morning he and Iva wake up and say the same two words to each other, maybe today. And every night when another day has passed without Amy, they share two more words of encouragement. Maybe tomorrow. Thanks so much for listening. I'm Carter Roy, and this is Murder True Crime Stories.

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