Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Terrifying Encounters With Human Traffickers, Strangers, and Survival in Texas PART2 #53

Episode Date: November 3, 2025

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There's so much rugby on Sports Extra from Sky. They've asked me to read the whole lad at the same speed I usually use for the legal bit at the end. Here goes. This winter Sports Extra is jam-packed with rugby. For the first time, we've been every Champions Cup match exclusively live, plus action from the URC, the Challenge Cup, and much more. Thus the URC and all the best European rugby all in the same place.

Get more exclusively live tournaments than ever before on Sports Extra. Jampack with rugby. Phew, that is a lot of rugby. Get Sports Extra on Sky for 15 euro a month for 12 months. Search Sports Extra. New Sports Extra customers only. Standard Pressing applies after 12 months for the terms apply. Collini, did you know if your age between 25 and 65?

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that there was no way in hell I was going to follow the directions that gas station guy had given me. Something about him just felt, off. He had that look, the kind of face that you can't quite put your finger on, but your instincts are screaming at you. Don't trust this dude. Still, here I was in this tiny nowhere town, stranded and confused. This gas station was the only store in sight, the only sign of civilization. My other option would have been to start knocking on random people's doors, and, well, that wasn't happening.

No thanks. The whole vibe of this place was already creepy enough, like I had accidentally stumbled into an episode of the Twilight Zone or wandered onto a horror movie set. So I made up my mind, I didn't care if this place had crawled out of the twilight zone itself, I was not following that man's advice. I was going to drive around until I figured it out on my own, even if it took me the whole damn night. And then, like fate, or maybe luck, or maybe some kind of intervention, the rumble of an engine pulled my attention to the side of the road.

Rolling up beside me was this massive old red pickup truck, the kind of beater that looked like it had as much rust as it had metal left on it. The paint was faded, the bed dented, but it had that indestructible look trucks in Texas always seemed to have. Behind the wheel sat exactly what you'd expect when you imagine, Texan, in your head. Big husky guy, flannel shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, well-worn work boots planted firmly on the floorboard. The door creaked open and he climbed out with that easy-going, slow-moving confidence that people from small towns seem to have. Before I could even think twice about it, I hopped out of my U-Haul and made a beeline toward him. Quick steps, but cautious, because yeah, he looked normal, maybe even kind, but I wasn't about to throw caution to the wind. I looked into his eyes when I got close. They weren't shifty like the gas station clerks had been. Instead, I saw something decent there. Or at least, I hoped I did.

Hey, um, sorry to bother you, I started, voice a little shaky. But could you maybe give me directions back to the highway? I know it's stupid, but I've been driving around in circles for an hour, and I just can't seem to find my way out. He studied me for a second, concerned flickering across his face when he saw how rattled I was. Then, just like that, he cracked a grin and made some goofy little joke that caught me off guard and actually made me laugh.

The tension in my chest eased, even if just a bit. Ah, you ain't the first one to get lost out here, he said cheerfully. There's a little tunnel just down the road, right at the end of it there's this sharp turnoff. It's a hairpin curve, real sneaky in the dark. Folks drive past it all the time. That's the way you want. Once you hit that, the highway's right there. Something heavy sank in my stomach.

Wait, really? Could it have been that easy this whole time? How far is it? I asked carefully, half afraid of the answer. He chuckled and gave me this kind of amused, pitying look. Far. Nah, miss. You're talking maybe a quarter mile, tops.

You can practically see the interstate from here. My jaw nearly hit the ground. I had been wandering around out here for that long, and the right road had been basically within spitting distance. And then I couldn't help myself, I had to ask. I had to know. So, uh, I hesitated, then took a breath. What happens if I, well, if I go the way the gas station guy told me to go?

The Texan's smile faded. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at me with this intense stare, like I just said something serious. Who told you about that road? He asked slowly. I explained that it was the clerk at the gas station, the only store in town. The Texan went quiet, too quiet. He didn't have. answer right away. His lips pressed together in a thin line as if he was turning something over in his head. After what felt like forever, he finally asked, what did he look like? I gave him a description, the lanky frame, the greasy hair, the weird smirk he'd had while giving me directions. I also

admitted that no, I didn't have a state... There's so much rugby on sports extra from Sky! They've asked me to read the whole lad at the same speed I usually use for the legal bit at the end. Here goes. This winter sports extra is jam-packed with rugby. For the first time we've got every Champions Cup match exclusively live, bus action from the URC, the Challenge Cup and much more. thus the URC and all the best European rugby all in the same place. Get more exclusively live tournaments than ever before on Sports Extra.

Jam-packed with rugby. Phew, that is a lot of rugby. Get Sports Extra on Sky for 15 euro a month for 12 months. Search Sports Extra. New Sports Extra customers only. Stand-up pricing applies after 12 months for the terms apply. Kalini, did you know if your age between 25 and 65? Well, you can get a free HPV cervical.

check, it's one of the best ways to protect yourself from cervical cancer. And you know what? I actually checked only recently when mine was due and no exaggeration. It took me less than five minutes. You go online to hse.com.combe, forward slash cervical check. Put in your PPS number, check in the date of birth. And then they tell you when your next appointment is due. Oh my gosh. That's unreal. And you can check you're on the register on the website so you can phone [phone]. If your test is due today, you can book today or hscccc.i.e. forward slash servicle check map all i had was my stupid printed map quest sheet that had been basically useless once i got into this maze of country back roads the tex inside turned back to his truck

and rummaged through the glove box until he pulled out this ragged old local map he spread it out across the hood tracing the lines with his calloused finger here's the road you told me he sent you on, he said grimly. See this? It don't go nowhere worth going. About 17 miles in, it just dead ends. Middle of the desert. Nothing out there but some old junk cars, busted trailers, maybe a few mobile homes. Who lives out there? I asked, heart starting to pound again. He gave me a long look. A family, he said finally. Not a good one. Whole town knows about M. Trouble, meth, drinking, fights. The kind of folks you don't want to meet, especially not alone and especially not in the

middle of the night. Gas station guy. He's one of them. The blood drained from my face. My throat went dry. I'll never forget the look in that Texan's eyes when he told me. It wasn't just a warning, it was like he was genuinely worried for me. You did good trust in your gut, he said firmly. Don't ever ignore that. Out here, instincts will keep you alive. I nodded, still shaken but beyond grateful. Looking back, I don't know if that gas station clerk just wanted to lure me down that road

to see what I had in the back of my U-Haul, or if something worse was waiting out there. I thank God I didn't have to find out. Sometimes guardian angels don't look like glowing figures with wings. Sometimes they look like ruddy-haired Texans in flannel shirts, driving beat-up red pickup trucks. I never even asked his name, and that's one of my biggest regrets. To me, he'll always just be Texas. The man who might have saved my life. My grandparents owned some land way out in the booze.

is of East Texas, the kind of property that was mostly pine trees, thick brush, and dirt roads. I grew up going out there all the time for family reunions, BBQs, and little adventures. Since it was only about 45 minutes from where I lived, I'd often head out there with friends just to camp, drink, or mess around in the woods. It was February of 2014 when I decided to do something a little different. I had this press release to write for work, something boring that was going to take my whole weekend. I thought, why sit in my cramped Houston apartment when I could spend that time out in nature? I'd never actually stayed at the property alone, but the idea had always appealed to me. I figured this was the perfect chance. So I called up my grandfather.

Hey, mind if I use the place this weekend? Of course, he said without hesitation. Though, I did hear that flicker of doubt in his voice when I mentioned I'd be by myself. You sure that's a good idea, son, he asked. I brushed it off. I was 24, practically raised outdoors, always hiking, camping, all that. I'll be fine, grandpa. Don't worry.

He sighed but eventually gave me the green light. Just reminded me how to turn on the electricity and the water. I already knew, of course, I'd done it dozens of times before when I brought friends out. He double-checked if I had the key, which I did. I'll admit, at the time I was a little insulted that he seemed worried. Like, come on, I wasn't a kid. But looking back now, Now. Maybe he knew something I didn't. To be continued.