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ANNOUNCER: This program is
about unsolved mysteries.

Whenever possible, the
actual family members

and police officials
have participated

in recreating the events.

What you are about to see
is not a news broadcast.

NARRATOR: When
Patricia [inaudible]

Carlton awoke from surgery
for a brain aneurysm,

she found she could
no longer remember

her name, where she lived,
or that she had two children.

Eight times over
the next few years,

Pat would wander off
without explanation.

Finally, on the ninth
time, she vanished forever.

In 1976, Dereld Tacey
fell in love with

and later married an
exotic young woman

named Georgia Ann Boyd.

After a series of
strange incidents,

including a high speed chase
by members of a biker gang,

Daryl realized that
Georgia was a woman

of mystery whose past would
remain hidden even in death.

And in Florida, a
murder investigation

has stalled because no one
can identify the victim.

Join me.

Perhaps you may be
able to help solve

this very unusual mystery.

[theme music]

NARRATOR: On a warm
spring day in 1967,

Mary Urick of Houston,
Texas was on her way

to visit her sister, Pat,
as she did nearly every day.

Suddenly, Mary was overcome
by a feeling of dread.

The further down the road I
got, the faster I would drive,

because it was just, like--

I could feel it in my bones.

I knew something was wrong,
but I couldn't pinpoint it.

And I pulled into the driveway,
and her little boy, Eugene--

he was in the doorway,
the door wide open, and--

Where's your mommy?

MARY URICK (VOICEOVER): I knew
then that something was wrong,

because Pat didn't
allow the children out

by themselves at all.

And then I found
Sheila in the kitchen.

She had pulled a chair
up to the kitchen sink,

and had turned the water on.

Sheila, where's mommy?

And she was just
having a field day

with the water and the dishes.

The water was all
over the counters,

it went all on the floor.

And I said Sheila,
, where's mama?

Where's mama?

Oh, mama's asleep.

Trisha?

Patricia?

MARY URICK (VOICEOVER):
I went into the bedroom,

and I saw Pat laying
halfway on the bed,

and [inaudible] And I
tried to awaken her,

and I could not wake her up.

I'll be right back.

I'm gonna get somebody.

I'll be right back.

NARRATOR: At the
hospital, doctors

discovered that an
aneurysm was blocking

the blood flow to Pat's brain.

Surgery to correct the
condition was risky--

an artery in her neck
had to be clamped off.

The operation would
save Pat's life,

but there was an
unexpected complication.

I went back to see
her the next day,

and she would look at
me as if, like, well--

who are you?

What are you doing here?

She didn't know who I was.

She didn't know her husband.

How are you feeling?

You feel better now?

MARY URICK (VOICEOVER):
She didn't know anything.

Everything was gone.

You did great, sweetheart.

MARY URICK (VOICEOVER): She
woke up into a different world

than what she went to sleep in.

Pat did not recognize
her children at all.

She looked at me, and
she says, who are they?

I said, Pat, they
are your children.

Gene, Sheila, doesn't your
mommy look pretty today?

Honey, you remember these
pretty babies, don't you?

NARRATOR: Pat had to be
taught everything again.

Even how to eat.

It was all too much
for her husband.

He filed for divorce,
and was granted

custody of the children.

In November of 1968, a woman
who had been hired to look

after Pat called Mary at work.

Pat had disappeared.

I immediately hung the
phone up and went home,

and started searching for her.

I went everywhere.

I had really hoped that she
was still in the Houston area.

NARRATOR: Six weeks later,
Pat was picked up for vagrancy

nearly 700 miles away in
Alabama, where she and Mary

had lived when they were young.

MARY URICK
(VOICEOVER): There had

been papers in her purse stating
who she was, because she didn't

know who she was, or anything.

I left that night, and I drove
all night, and the next day,

and picked her up.

Do you remember how you
got all the way to Alabama?

I don't know.

I don't know how I got here.

Oh darling, we were
so worried about.

We were sick,
worrying about you.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm just glad
you're all right.

I'm just glad you're all right.

Are you ready to go home?
- Yes.

I want to go home.

NARRATOR: Pat's memory
never fully returned,

but eventually her life took
on a semblance of normality.

Pat even attracted
a suitor, Troy

Carlton, a construction worker.

Oh, we've got company.

TROY (VOICEOVER): The
first time I met Pat,

I went by Nathan
and Mary's house,

her sister and brother-in-law.

Howdy, howdy, folks?

TROY (VOICEOVER): And I
walked in, and there was Pat.

Fine, fine.

Come here.

I want to introduce you
to my sister in law.

Hey, Mary.

Troy Carlton, this
is Patricia Snyder.

Patricia, this is my
good friend, Troy.

Howdy.

Nice to meet you.

Hello

TROY (VOICEOVER): I
made some kind of remark

about it being recess
in Heaven, with angels

running around there, and
the next thing you know,

we were dating.

Would you like
something to drink, Troy?

Lemonade?
- Sure.

That sounds wonderful.
- Hey.

Hey.
Get you a chair.

Put you right here,
next to the angel.

Thank you.

Don't blow my cover.

TROY (VOICEOVER): It was
a magnetism between us.

When I first met Pat,
I was unaware, totally,

of any medical problems.

When I was made
aware of the fact

that she had these
problems, it didn't

decrease my feelings for her.

Not in any way.

If anything, they
increased through concern.

NARRATOR: Pat and
Troy Carlton were

married on January 3rd, 1969.

Troy urged Pat to fight for
custody of her children,

and a court hearing was
scheduled for that May.

Seven days before the hearing,
Troy came home for lunch

at noon, as he did every day.

Hey, Patricia?

TROY (VOICEOVER): Laying
on the dining room table

was her purse,
her wallet, keys--

the money she had in her purse.

Every-- none of her
clothes were gone.

Pat was gone.

Finally I called
Mary, her sister.

She said, well, I
haven't seen Pat.

I said, well, I haven't, either,
since early this morning.

I went to the shop,
and went to the bank,

went to pay on the furniture,
and when I got back,

she's gone.

I haven't seen her,
nor hide of her.

At which time Mary
responded, oh, lord.

I said, what do
you mean, oh, lord?

She said, I'll bet
Pat walked off.

I said, what in the hell are you
talking about, Pat walked off?

NARRATOR: Three weeks of
desperate searching went by.

Finally, Pat was sighted on
the other side of Houston.

Troy immediately
drove to pick her up.

Howdy, stranger.

Hi there, sweetie.

Are you mad at me?

No, sweetie.

You want to go home?

Yes.

You want to get in the truck?

OK.

I don't have any idea
where she ever went.

I don't have any
idea why she went.

I don't know what she
did while she was gone.

She never discussed it.

Period.

NARRATOR: Troy assumed
Pat's disappearance

was an isolated episode, but he
could not have been more wrong.

Pat would wander off without
explanation seven more

times within the next year.

The last time Pat
left was on the 14th day

of January of 1971.

One year and 11 days after we
got married in Conroe, Texas.

She had no
identification with her.

No anything.

So I know that this
wasn't a planned thing.

This wasn't a put on, or
anything like that nature.

OK.

Patricia.

Hi.

You want to come with me?

We'll go ahead and
make that call for you.

NARRATOR: For 13 months
Pat seemed to have dropped

off the face of the earth.

Then she surfaced in
San Diego, California.

Evidently her memory had
returned-- at least in part.

She gave a welfare
worker her maiden name,

as well as her birthplace.

Yes, hello?

I'm trying to locate the
family of a Patricia--

NARRATOR: The welfare worker
did find one of Pat's aunts

in Birmingham, but she believed
Pat was still in Houston,

and did nothing to follow up.

That was the last
time anybody ever

saw or heard from Pat Carlton.

She's been here for--

NARRATOR: Pat has now been
missing for more than 22 years.

Eventually Troy
Carlton remarried,

but with his current
wife's support

he is doing everything he
can to aid in the search.

I couldn't live
with Pat again.

I'm married, for 17
and 1/2 years now.

I've raised two step
children, and one of my own.

I wouldn't trade what I've
got for anything in the world,

but I would like to find out
that Pat is alive, healthy--

and I'd like to see her have
the happiness that she deserves.

She has been gone
a long time, but I

don't never quit believing
that she's out there somewhere.

She's with somebody.

I've got to believe that
she is with somebody,

and they know that
she has a problem.

And I'm hoping and
praying that's somebody

that has been good to
her, to take care of her.

That's all that I can ask for.

NARRATOR: Next,
authorities need your help

to solve the brutal murder
of a young cab driver.

[music playing]

NARRATOR: Nestled in the
snow-capped Canadian Rockies

is the popular resort town
of Banff, Alberta, Canada.

Visitors from around the world
come to this idyllic setting

to bask in the
natural surroundings

and enjoy the peaceful,
friendly atmosphere.

It was just these
qualities that appealed

to 21-year-old Lucy Turmel
of Levis, Quebec, Canada.

Lucy moved to Banff
in the fall of 1987,

and found work as a
part time cab driver.

Lucy came here for
paradise, and Banff

was known as the paradise town.

Everything was great for her.

The people, the place--

the way of life.

Everything was great for Lucy.

NARRATOR: May 17th,
1990 was a typical night

on the job for Lucy Turmel.

She'd logged in at
8:00 PM, and spent

much of the evening working
the downtown tourist trade.

As the end of her
shift approached,

she had taken in just over $100.

At 1:40 AM, Lucy arrived
at The Works nightclub

on Spray Avenue, hoping
to pick up one last fare.

There she talked to another
cab driver, Larry Laundreau.

Not so bad.

Yourself?

Aw, not too bad.

LARRY (VOICEOVER): It was
about 1:30, 20 to 2:00

in the morning.

Had a little conversation,
at which time

I had looked out my window
to take a look at them.

It was a gentleman
and two girls.

Just seemed normal.

Yeah, I got, uh, 3-4-600
Cougar from the works.

NARRATOR: Lucy called
in her destination

to the dispatcher, Bruce
[inaudible], and drove away.

I'd done a few more
fares, at which time

I had asked Bruce if
Lucy had phoned in.

And he said, no, I
haven't heard from her.

And this was about
12 minutes later.

We started asking for her
on the radio, at which time

she did not answer.

And after about 20
minutes, we finally

decided to look for her.

NARRATOR: Larry drove to Lucy's
last reported destination,

and then passed her house.

Less than a block away
he spotted Lucy's cab,

but Lucy was not driving.

Is that you in front--

LARRY (VOICEOVER): And I'd
asked Bruce right away.

I said, are you in
front of me, Bruce?

And he said, no.

And right away he replied,
well, the guy's stolen the cab.

But at the same time
I had the bad feeling,

you know, where was Lucy?

How come she hasn't
phoned us and said

her cab has been stolen?

And I told him--

I said, well, I got the guy.

We're doing 70.

80.

NARRATOR: Larry tailed
the stolen cab for 2 miles

at speeds of up to
80 miles an hour.

Finally he cornered the
cab on a dead end street.

Larry caught a brief glimpse
of the driver, who then

disappeared into the woods.

At virtually that
same moment, police

were responding to
a report of a body

lying in the middle of
Squirrel Street 2 miles away.

Lucy Turmel was dead.

She had been stabbed
repeatedly in the neck.

Need backup here.

We have a 1048.

It was the first murder that
had occurred here in 20 years.

There hasn't been
anything like it since,

and it's a shock
to the people that

live here that a
crime like this could

occur in a place like Banff.

We were missing her wallet
and her yellow jacket,

which she'd been wearing.

The wallet was
subsequently recovered.

Our best information
is that robbery

was the motive for this murder.

She had probably about
$100 in taxi fares

in the cab when the
killing occurred,

and that money is missing.

NARRATOR: When police
examined Lucy's cab,

they found blood spattered
on the dashboard,

front seat, and steering wheel.

Oddly, lab tests
would determine that

none of the blood was Lucy's.

NIGEL (VOICEOVER):
We're surmising

that the attack on her took
place outside the taxi,

and that the attacker somehow
cut himself during the attack,

and bled inside
the taxi while he

occupied it for the
20 or 25 minutes

after the events occurred.

What we don't know
is whether the person

who killed her was her last
fare, may have been in the taxi

with her, and forced
her to get out.

Or it also could
have been somebody

who flagged her down and
dragged her out of the taxi,

and then stabbed her.

Hi there.

Nigel Paterson.

NARRATOR: 18 hours after
Lucy Turmel was killed,

the murder weapon was
found in the driveway

of a local resident.

Police learned that it had been
stolen from a hotel employee,

leading them to
believe that the killer

may have been from out of town.

We've interviewed
a lot of people.

We did neighborhood inquiries.

We were unable to find anybody
who had seen or heard anything

at the time of Lucy's death.

That is kind of unusual,
because at that time of morning

there is usually people
out on the street, but--

it's unfortunate, but that's
what we're stuck with.

NARRATOR: For Lucy Turmel,
the search for a better life

had ended in tragedy,
all for $100.

For Lucy's friends and
family, the search for answers

continues.

When we learned
that Lucy died,

it took us a while to
realize that it was true.

We're just living a nightmare.

That's all.

It's been two years
now, and we're

trying to get some answers.

And we're hoping that
somebody will have the answer,

and do something about it.

NARRATOR: When we
return, a man's search

for his late wife's
family could help

identify a mysterious illness.

[music playing]

NARRATOR: July, 1976.

Two young servicemen,
both stationed

at Fort Gordon,
Georgia, were taking

in the Richmond County Fair.

One of them, Dereld Tacey
met a woman who called

herself Georgia Ann Boyd.

What's your name?

What attracted me
to Georgia, I think,

was the dark hair,
and real dark eyes.

It was kind of, like, a mystery.

You know, I wanted
to know who she was.

Meet her, talk with her.

She was just-- interesting.

NARRATOR: Georgia told Dereld
that her father was a Cherokee

Indian, that she was born on a
reservation in North Carolina.

She said most people called
her Gerry, not Georgia.

Dereld Tacey fell head
over heels in love.

Over the next 2 and 1/2 years
until Georgia's untimely death,

Dereld would
discover that she was

a woman of mystery, vague about
her past and her identity.

Today, nearly 14
years later, Dereld

hopes someone in our audience
can help him find the truth

about Georgia Ann Boyd.

On the night after
they met, Dereld

was surprised to
discover that Georgia

worked at a go-go
bar in Augusta,

3 miles from Fort Gordon.

Dereld was soon spending
every free moment at the bar,

watching Georgia dance.

Georgia told Dereld
she was divorced.

She and her two young
daughters, Sally and Angel,

lived with an older woman
Georgia called granny,

but who Dereld would later
learn was not a blood relative.

Granny, this is Dereld.

Hi, Dereld.

NARRATOR: Within two weeks,
Georgia and her daughters

moved into Dereld's house.

It wasn't long
before Dereld noticed

that Georgia was paranoid
about something, or someone.

At home she kept the
curtains tightly closed,

even during the day.

She refused to answer
the phone, except when

Dereld called, using a
prearranged sequence of rings.

Georgia finally
admitted that she

was afraid her ex-husband would
try to kidnap the children.

A month after they
had moved in together,

Dereld arrived at the club one
night to find Georgia talking

to two men in suits and ties.

Clearly not regular customers.

I asked her who they were,
and she said nobody, really.

She says, don't worry about it .

And that was the-- we just
dropped it from there,

because I trusted her.

No.

NARRATOR: Two weeks
later, three members

of the Devil's Disciples,
an outlaw motorcycle

gang, showed up at the club.

No.

You go back to Atlanta and
tell him to forget about me.

She was scared, and I
asked her, what's wrong?

And she said, I used to run
with the Disciples in Atlanta.

And they're here
to take me back.

Don't worry.

I'm not gonna let anybody
take you away from me.

OK.

NARRATOR: That same
night, Georgia and Dereld

left the club, but
three motorcycle

gang members were waiting.

- They're back, Dereld!
- Yeah, I know.

Just hang on.

DERELD (VOICEOVER): We
tried to lose the van.

We were running red
lights, stop signs,

but the van was staying with us.

They're right on us!

All right.

Hang on.

[car horn]

They're right behind us!

NARRATOR: When a police
car began to give pursuit,

Dereld fish-tailed
onto a side street.

The van sped away.

Georgia never offered
any further explanation

about the Devil's Disciples.

DERELD (VOICEOVER): She
would not say anything, what

she was really doing with them.

She did not see if any
of these were the father

of the children, or anything.

And she just really did
not want to talk about it,

and if she didn't
want to talk about it,

she wouldn't say a word at all.

NARRATOR: In January
of 1977, the army

reassigned Dereld to Fort
Ord across the country

in northern California.

On the trip west, he and
Georgia were married.

Can I help you with that?

No.

But you can get the door.

NARRATOR: Georgia
and Dereld arrived

at Fort Ord February of 1977.

Georgia was pregnant, and it
seemed that their troubles

were far behind them.

However, a few
months later someone

began harassing Georgia,
usually when Dereld worked late.

[knocking]

Sally?

Sally?

Sally?

[screaming]

MAN: I'm gonna get you!

Dereld!

NARRATOR: On one occasion
the stalker arrived

when Dereld was at home.

He's there at the door!

Be careful!

Be careful!

I don't see anybody, babe.

DERELD (VOICEOVER):
We called the MPs.

They came over and
checked around the house,

and they couldn't find
anything, or anybody.

NARRATOR: Several days
later, the intruder

left one final calling card.

Painted on the back
door was a warning.

"I'll get you, Jet."

Dereld thought Jet, like Gerry,
might be one of Georgia's

nicknames, but she denied it.

She told me that she
would tell me everything

about her past at a later date.

She just did not
want me to know a lot

of things that could hurt me.

And she asked me, if anything
ever happened to her, to please

take care of her children.

And I said I would.

NARRATOR: On August 10th, 1977,
Georgia gave birth to a son.

She suffered complications,
and Dereld was

granted a hardship discharge.

They moved back to his
hometown in Michigan, where

Georgia became pregnant again.

After their second son
was born, she began

to have violent headaches.

Gerry?
Gerry?

The doctor says you gotta
start getting up, OK?

You gotta start getting
up and walking around.

I can't.

It's the only way your
headaches are gonna go away.

I can't.

DERELD (VOICEOVER): Well, after
a couple of weeks of this I

called an ambulance, because
she could not get up to even

go to the bathroom anymore.

The ambulance came
and picked her up,

and took her to the hospital.

Gerry-- it'll be OK.

You'll be OK.

NARRATOR: Georgia
lapsed into a coma,

the diagnosis a brain aneurysm.

Technically Georgia
was brain dead.

Any change?

Dereld, we've done
all we can for her.

The test today didn't show
any indication of a change.

Why don't you spend
some time with her,

then come see me in my office?

Is there a chance?

I don't think so, Dereld.

DERELD (VOICEOVER): I was
informed by the doctor

that I can tell them to
shut the machine off.

NARRATOR: Georgia Ann
Boyd-Tacey was only 22 years old

when she died.

She left behind two daughters
from her first marriage,

two young sons from
her marriage to Dereld,

and a mysterious legacy
of unanswered questions.

Just after Gerry died, I tried
to contact some family of hers.

I called information to get
the number to her father.

They gave me a
number, and I called,

and the gentleman
that answered said,

I don't know who
you're talking about.

I have no daughters.

I have no children at all.

I'm sorry for bothering you.

Yeah.

NARRATOR: Dereld
says he could never

get a response from
the Cherokee Nation

about Georgia or her father.

He was also unable
to locate her mother

through the sketchy information
Georgia had given him.

It appeared that Georgia's
identity had died with her.

Dereld returned to
Augusta, hoping to unravel

the mystery of Georgia's life.

I'm sorry, man.

I don't know any Georgia.
She's never worked here.

I'm busy, OK?

You're lying.

Hey, look, pal, why don't
you just get out of here?

NARRATOR: At the go-go club,
the manager acted as if he

had never heard of Georgia.

DERELD (VOICEOVER):
I talked to a couple

other dancers about her,
that knew her from before,

and one of the girls
said, just drop it.

Let it go, and leave town.

Get out.

I said, why?

She said, you don't
want to know anything.

Just drop it and get away.

NARRATOR: Dereld convinced
a local TV station

to broadcast this
picture of Georgia

over a period of 24 hours.

However, the picture
was shown only once.

When Dereld asked why, he
said he was told, once again,

forget about her and leave town.

According to Dereld, the Augusta
police replied to his inquiries

in the same evasive manner.

Nobody I talked to would
give me any information.

Everybody said, leave.

Leave.

So I was running low on money
for motel rooms and eating, and

everything, and I had to leave.

And I left Augusta, not
knowing any more than when

I left Michigan to go there.

NARRATOR: Nearly 14 years have
passed since Georgia's death.

Her daughters are now grown.

Although Dereld has
remarried, neither he

nor George's children have
been able to close that earlier

chapter of their lives.

I don't care about
what she did in her past.

I'm not looking to find out what
she had done, or anything else.

I want to know who
she is, and I want

to know her side of
the family, so I can

tell them this lady has died.

Because as far as I
know, nobody knows.

NARRATOR: Update--
Dereld Tacey's

long search is finally over.

On the night of our broadcast,
a viewer called with the news

that Georgia Ann
Boyd's real name was

Edith Geraldine Johns-Moore.

A few days later, Dereld, his
stepdaughters Sally and Angel,

and their children rendezvoused
in Savannah, Georgia,

anxiously awaiting a
reunion with Edith's family.

I was nervous about
meeting these people.

I didn't know how
they would take this.

I figured there would be tears,
and so I was really leery.

Scared, I guess
you could call it.

But after I met them,
there were the tears,

but I felt relieved, finally, to
tell them she had passed away.

NARRATOR: The reunion
was a poignant mix

of sadness and joy.

Perhaps the happiest moment
was when Sally and Angel

met their natural father,
Gary Moore, for the first time

since they were very young
children nearly 14 years ago.

That's your grandpa.

GARY (VOICEOVER): It
was and still is unreal.

I mean, it's hard to comprehend
all this is happening.

I found my two daughters
after 15 years,

plus I'm grandfather twice over.

That still takes a
little getting used to.

I'm too young to
be a grandfather,

but I reckon I'll
have to accept it.

NARRATOR: Sally and Angel
received an even bigger

surprise when they learned
that their mother had

two other children from a
previous marriage, Eugene

and Rhonda.

By bringing together Sally
and Angel with their blood

relatives, Dereld
felt he had finally

fulfilled his obligation
to his late wife.

That's him, too?

We're going to
sit down, and we're

going to talk with
the family, and we

may get together, and just
get to know each other.

I think that's the first
thing we have to do.

14 years is a long time.

I'm [inaudible] all day long.

Like to try that?

Yeah.

NARRATOR: Next, a
sheriff in Florida

is seeking clues to the
identity of a murder victim.

Lake Panasoffkee
lies in the heart

of the vast Florida wetlands,
50 miles northwest of Orlando.

It is a steamy,
mysterious quagmire

which covers 27 square miles.

Crossing the lake's eastern
shore in Sumter county

is Interstate 75, a major
highway connecting Florida

with the rest of the southeast.

On February 19th,
1971, two teenagers

were hitchhiking
along the interstate,

heading north from Tampa.

While crossing the narrow
Lake Panasoffkee bridge,

they noticed the
outline of a human form

in the shallow, murky water.

Hey, look at that.

What is that?

NARRATOR: Within an
hour, authorities

have been called to retrieve
the badly decomposed

body of a young woman.

She appeared to
have been strangled.

A man's size 36 belt was still
wrapped around her throat.

Authorities determined that
the woman may have been

in her late teens or early 20s.

She carried no identification,
and had been dead

for approximately three weeks.

Investigators were
unable to find the killer

or determine the
woman's identity.

Tragically, no one ever came
forward to claim her body.

Six months passed.

The young woman was laid to
rest beneath a small metal

marker which simply
read Jane Doe, 1971.

10 years later,
Jaime Adams became

the Sheriff of Sumter county.

He began to review the
department's unsolved cases,

and was particularly
disturbed by the murder

of the young woman.

JAMIE (VOICEOVER):
It bothered me,

the fact that this young girl
had never been identified.

And being a daddy, and
a granddaddy, I just--

I just I couldn't accept
the fact that somebody out

there couldn't come
forward and let us

know who this young girl was.

It's something that
I had to do, and I

just feel deeply
that it's a mission

that I've got to accomplish.

Each year, law
enforcement is faced

with thousands of cases
similar to the murder

mystery in Florida.

But some are so senseless
and heart wrenching,

an investigation will often
turn into a personal crusade.

For the past decade,
Sheriff Jamie Adams

has engaged the foremost
experts in the country

to find out everything
he possibly can

about the young woman he
calls Little Miss Panasoffkee.

A year after he took
office, Sheriff Adams

officially reopened the case.

He obtained a court order
to have the body exhumed.

Dr. William Maples,
one of the nation's

foremost forensic
anthropologists,

was brought in to assist
in the new investigation.

The reexamination
of the remains

ordered by Sheriff Adams gave
us a piece of information that

is crucial--

something that wouldn't
have been known,

had it not been
for Sheriff Adams,

and that was that she
had orthopedic surgery

to her right ankle.

The surgery done to the right
ankle of this young woman

was required because of
instability in that ankle.

This was done by an
orthopedic surgeon

who wound a tendon
through holes drilled

in the bones of the ankle.

It is a Watson
Jones, or modified

Watson Jones technique.

The family, or the
physician may remember this.

NARRATOR: Sheriff Adams next
contacted Linda Galeener,

a forensic artist
renowned for her ability

to create accurate
composite drawings

based on human remains.

One of the first things we do
are get photos of the skulls,

and it's important for
those to be to scale--

the same size of the skull.

We use the crime lab
to do that, and they

bring forth profiles and facial
front of the skulls themselves.

Then an artist will sit down
and put either tissue paper,

or some type of a
matte acetate over it

so we can still see the
photograph, but draw.

And we actually plot the tissue
depth using these charts,

and you just mold
that face until it

comes to life on paper.

NARRATOR: Little
Miss Panasoffkee

was beginning to come
alive for Sheriff Adams.

Next he asked Linda Galeneer
to attempt something

she had never done before--

create age regression drawings
approximating how the victim

might have appeared, first
at the age of 12, then

at the age of 6.

This pioneering technique
had never before

been used in law enforcement.

Maybe my people that
I was trying to locate

hadn't seen Miss Panasoffkee
for several years.

She could have been at
any of numerous things,

that she hadn't been
in touch with a loved

one for several years.

So I needed something that I
could put her back in time,

with the hopes that maybe
a schoolteacher, Sunday

schoolteacher, or even
a classmate that had

went to school with
her, say, when she

was in the fifth grade,
or the first grade,

that would remember.

NARRATOR: Sheriff
Adams as mailed flyers

to more than 3,000 law
enforcement agencies

throughout the United
States and Canada.

He has contacted
hundreds of hospitals,

followed up hundreds of leads.

Still, the identity of
Little Miss Panasoffkee

remains a mystery.

I know that there's a parent--

there's a loved one, there's
a mother, a father, an aunt--

maybe even a Sunday
schoolteacher somewhere that

knows and loves this young girl,
and I think I owe it to them

to try to identify
this young girl,

and get her buried in
her rightful place,

and take her home.

NARRATOR: Sheriff Adams
believes that the young woman

may have been of Native
American heritage.

She stood 5'2 two inches tall,
weighed 100 pounds, and was

approximately 20 years old.

In addition to the Watson
Jones surgical technique

that had been
performed on her ankle,

the young woman had extensive
dental work, including

crowns, caps, and fillings.

Sheriff Adams does not
rule out the possibility

that she was a runaway.

The body of Little
Miss Panasoffkee

was discovered in
February of 1971.

Nearly 20 years later, the
complete physical examination

revealeled that she had given
birth to at least one child,

which means that somebody
somewhere may have

grown up without
ever knowing what

happened to his or her mother.

Join me next time for
these intriguing new stories.

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to help solve a mystery.

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