Hey, I'm Keith. I'm a producer. As we were getting ready to wrap the series, the nature of this project changed suddenly. I won't tell you what happens now because it happens much later on in the series, and I want to be truthful to that. But I hope you'll listen to the end. Okay, let's take the first stup.
You know those John and Jane does that you hear about in the news or in some mystery detective thriller Bodies without names. Those are the people I'm interested in figuring out who they are and bringing them home to their families, even if it's sometimes years or decades later. I've been on this flip side of crime fighting for a long time now. I want to bring peace to the families who bloss someone. Almost since the beginning, one case has been on my mind. It's a long story.
It's about a family with the misfortune of not having one missing person in it, but two. Two boys have vanished. Their body's never found. Decades ago, this family's path was blown off course by one man, a serial killer. He set into motion a series of events that would leave relatives in the dark. They didn't know who their people were, whether they have been abandoned altogether, or whether they've been spared some terrible fate. That's when I came into the picture.
I was a stranger, but very soon I wouldn't be. And somehow, with my.
Help, these folks had basically.
Given up on getting answers.
Would find them. Let me start by.
Telling you how I got to where I am today. People often wonder how I got into this line of work, and I tell them it all started with a ghost story. Well it is a ghost story, but it's also a love story. It was October of nineteen eighty seven. I was in my senior year of high school. It was Halloween and everyone was telling spooky stories. I was in Livingston, Tennessee. Actually still live It's a beautiful town right on the
foothills of the Smoky Mountains. Actually I should probably introduce myself. My name is Todd Matthews. I'm fifty three years old. I'm a husband, a father, and a grandfather. I have a lot of years of investigating under my belt, and I've also worked at the Department of Justice for more than a decade. But back in nineteen eighty seven, I wouldn't any of that. I was just sitting around fifth period study hall when this pretty Barnette Laurie walked in.
She is a transfer student who just moved to town.
He saw me first, and then we got to study hall and he come up to me and he said, can I sit down?
And I'm like sure?
And he sat down literally in the same seat that I was in, even though there was open seats next to me.
He said, in my seat.
She had those pretty dark brown eyes, pretty dark brown hair that basically mirrored mine, almost like we were made to match each other.
Neighbor telling ghost stories and they were like, does anybody else have a ghost story?
I'm like, well, yeah, I have one.
She heard it from her dad, Wilbur Riddle, two decades ago, the year Martin Luther King Jr.
And Robert F.
Kennedy Jr. Were assassinated. Wilbur was living near a town called Georgetown, Kentucky, just outside of Lexington. Wilbur drilled holes for whales, and one day it was walking up the side of the road when he saw a tent wrapper. It was gray green, and it looked like there was something in it. He wasn't really sure, and he bumped it with his foot and Wilbur could tell by the way it was rolled down the hill, shifting around that
it had had something in it, maybe something bad. And he walks down to the bottom of the hill and he cuts into the back and the smell that comes out is overwhelming, so he calls his sheriff the corner.
They all show up.
Local officials confirmed what Wilbur already suspected. There was a young woman wrapped in that camp, Miss tent Rapper. She'd been murdered. Everybody wanted to find her killer, but first dad to figure out who this woman was. That proved much harder than you think. No one recognized her. She was a real mystery. By the time I heard this story, she was a cold case. She'd been dead for twenty damn years. She's what you'd call it Jane Doe, dead
body without a non identity. But after Wilbur found her, the newspaper started calling her tent Girl, named for the canvas tent rapper she was found in. Imagine your life, your identity boiled down to the stuff of urban legends, being reduced to the place that your body was found. Something about this story shook something inside of me.
Changed my life.
First because that girl, Laurie, the newcomer with the dark brown eyes. I married her not long after that. There's another reason. For the next ten years, I wouldn't stop thinking about Tent Girl. And that's not an exaggeration.
I had no clue it was going to lead to this.
I thought he would just forget it in a couple of months, but no, he never forgot it.
When we go visit Lori's family, we'd stop in Georgetown, Kentucky. I'd stop and see the local newspaper office to see if anything you have been written about the tent Girl. It wasn't on the web back end because there wouldn't one. Print copies is all we had. And then the Internet came along, and I remember hearing it called the Information super Highway.
I thought, that's the road I need to be on.
I heard about ten Girl when I was seventeen, so you could kind of say I grew up with her. Technology advanced my wife and I grew into her marriage. We had our first son, Dylan, and night after night, I kept trying to put the pieces back together. At the time, I worked on an assembly line putting together air conditioning parts. I didn't know a lot about the internet been in the early nineties.
Who didn't.
But I built myself a website for Tent Girl, kind of clunky in plane. I put every detail I could find in there. I guess I just hoped someone was missing this woman and then find my web page. It was like going on a backward scavenger hunt. I had the answer to someone's question what happened to my sister daughter friend. I had to find the family member who recognized Tent Girl as their own. But obsessing over a dead woman didn't do me any favors.
At home.
We did have marriage issues because he didn't want to do anything but work on the Tent Girl. If we went on a vacation and involved the Tent Girl, it was something to do with her. I no longer felt married. I guess I feel like he was more married to the tent Girl story than me. I kind of regretted telling him about it, and I've told him.
That, you know, that was kind of hard to hear.
So I started helping him put my kid to bed, go to bed with Laurie, then waking up in the middle of the night to search the net.
Back then it was dial up internet.
You know, you had had to find a way to get yourself onto the web, and hoped to god somebody didn't call you knock you back off of it.
Good thing.
I was working mostly at night, not a lot of people calling at three am. And then in nineteen ninety eight, a miracle happened. I found a message in the bottle. It was online posting from a woman named Rosemary. She had a sister who had gone missing around the time the tent Curly been found.
I said, I have a missing sister. She is twenty four years old. She's five foot two, brown hair, brown eyes, medium petite build. Was last seen in Lexington, Kentucky.
She worked the carnival.
So by then a lot of people expecting me to give up hope. You know who else is stubborn up to keep searching on the internet long past the time It makes a lick of sense. But that's why it brought me to Rosemary.
And it was just your luck that he went on that website and found my post that night. It's just pure luck.
After I come across the missing person's posting that Rosemary.
Wrote, I got in touch with her.
That's when everything really started falling into place.
I didn't know whether to cry or to just drop down in disbelief. It was more like relief that, oh my god, this is over.
We had to do an exhumation at that point and get more officials involved, but finally we were able to tell the ten girls' family where she had been.
It's the end of wondering all these years, well where is she? It's all those thoughts running through your head, and then you think, I know where she is now, and I can let that rest. I don't have to worry about that anymore. At long, last ten Girl was giving back her name. She was Barbara and Hackman Taylor.
So after I saw this case, I really didn't know what was next, but I found out real quick. I got a ton of national attention that was new for me. The tarp wrapped body of a nude female now called the Tent Girl.
She was known as Tent Girl until the late nineteen nineties, when her true identity was discovered.
A dark obsession helped this man's dreams helped identifying the Tent Girl as.
Todd Matthews is with us all the way from Cook Phil.
This was just a beginning.
Solving the Tent grow case would lead to figuring out who a lot of John and Jane Does were Soon I'd find a lot of other part times loves. We could start solving cases together, cruising down the information super Highway we now call the Internet. My work would end up laying the foundation for a sea of change in how this country identifies John and Jane Does. Many of these cases were solved with the tools that I held
build that some remain cold cases. This one case got stuck in my head, almost like it chose me.
A serial killer cross paths.
With two little boys from the same family, one missing in nineteen seventy four.
It was just a baby.
The other boy was an elementary school kid with an Aladdin backpack. He disappeared twenty years later in nineteen ninety four. Both boys were never found. I heard about him in the early two thousands. I wrote to the serial carelling myself, asking what happened to the boys, But I didn't get anything useful out of him, that is until twenty nineteen. I got a break in the case that wrought my world.
It's a story that started at.
His work and ended up being one of the most personal cases I ever had. The kind of story that starts from something and then starts unwinding and unwinding, like pulling a never ending piece of twine. And that is why I have to tell him, because I'm haunted by the alternative. My name is Todd Matthews, and this is hello John Doe, a sleuth, a family, and a serial kill. The story of a family torn apart by tragedy and my quest to bring them back together.
Chapter one, The Missing Boys.
In the late nineties, it was incredible to me that missing people could fall through the cracks the way they would. If you were from Miami and took a quick business trip to Tulsa and told no one and happened to die in a car accident in between, your body could remain unidentified for years, even if your loving wife is
looking for you. Actually, you could come missing and die in one county over and no one would know because no one was sharing data, or because the killer might take the victim's clothes or idea on purpose so they wouldn't get caught.
Without a national database to.
Identify John Doe's lying in Moorgs, it was near impossible to put a name to a body.
Man.
If a thing like that did exist, Tinker would have been identified a lot sooner. So I decided to just make the damn thing. I volunteered myself and build a national database and filled it with the profiles of people who were nameless and deceased and others who had gone missing. It wasn't just me, there were lots of us. The idea was, as we like to say, give the nameless back their names and return the missing to their families. We called it the Dough Network. Remember this was something
I did on the side. I had to keep the money coming in, so by day I was working in a factory here in Tennessee, first on the assembly line putting together air conditioner parts, then in quality control.
But I want to idea you.
My attention was fixed on the Dough Network, and once we launched the thing, I had no idea how to spent on its own. Almost instantly, the website attracted people all over the world, other amateur sleuths. These were all people looking to contribute and help families find their loved ones. I wouldn't really call them volunteers. They were people just
like me. These weren't police officers. They were factory workers, housewives, people who found little pieces up the puzzle in their own local newspaper, and they wanted to contribute.
Even the cops were coming to us.
They wanted to look through profiles of unidentified people to help them solve their own missing person cases. And these guys were impressed with their little network. It woke their asses up. The website did and still does, look like it was put together by a ragtag group of volunteers. It's honestly pretty clinking. If you pull it up, you can look.
Through a whole database of missing and dead people. I'll pull one up right now.
For a missing person, there's a physical description, day of birth, height, weight, etc. Then there's circumstances of death and identifiers like if they were wearing jewelry when they die. The idea is that an unidentified body with jewelry would match a person who went missing wearing the same jewelry. That just might be a match. By two thousand and one, the do network was pretty popular.
People would call their.
Tip line, which was actually my home phone number, or just send in information about a missing relative.
We'd try to make.
Matches and then send the info go to local law enforcement. We all had our reasons for getting in to the dough network. For me, I really wanted answers, and I felt like it was actually investigating. But some people were less invested in answers and just morbidly fascinating with death.
Let's face it, people have.
Always been fascinated with death, but this was the early two thousands. With the rise of cable TV and procedurals like CSI and Law and Order, true crime quickly became an obsession. I remember one of my medical examine her friends once said, before the Dough Network, you couldn't give away a dead body. Now they're fighting over them. I guess Dough Network allowed volunteers to play detective, pretend they were on CSI or something. But for me, this is
not a hobby. It's not a toy. People were looking for loved ones. By this point in my life, I'd lost people too. I could imagine the hell these families were going through. Sometime around two thousand and seven, after I'd been investigating for a few years, I got this call while I was at the warehouse. I had to step out on the loading dot to answer. It's from
this guide never talked to it before. His name was John Paul Jones, and he said he worked with the National Institute of Justice in Washington, d C. Now by that time I'd been on national shows to talk about my investigating, but this.
Was a whole new level.
John Paul was inviting me to go to the National Press Club. They were announcing the formation of the first federally funded database for missing and unidentified people. I remember being a little scared. This was a federal government, the big leagues. My mama didn't actually want me to go. She thought I was in trouble for something. But I went anyway, with no disrespect to my mama. She was dead wrong. I'd been invited to be part of the
working group to develop this federal database. I remembering at the Press Club in DC for this new initiative. I wasn't wearing a brand new suit. I'd gone to Goodwill and bought a super probably ten or fifteen dollars, because I didn't know if i'd ever need it again. I showed up at the Press Club and it was covered with DC policy people and reporters. I thought, what any hell can I do for these people? I thought, just
don't embarrass yourself, Todd. They were developing something that would end up being called nameous, the National Missing and Unidentified Person system light down network, but the government would run it on a massive, grant funded scale and the best part of all, they wanted me to help build it.
What the purpose of this database is is to literally resolve unidentified persons cases against the missing person's data so that ultimately, you know, these individuals can be identified a return to family.
That's Tony Falseti. He's a forensic anthropologist now with the Chief Medical Seminar in Washington, DC. It's a serious job. You have to go through security and be escorted up to this. All was in this massive government building. But he didn't take long for me to cut through all of that and become Tony's friend.
Todd was he efficient at our wedding in Knoxville, Tennessee. He was very nervous. He was more nervous than we are. But he did a fantastic job.
Yes, you know, he had to give himself ordained and we were his first wedding, and as I understand it, he's done several since.
Yep, he's got that right.
I introduced him and his wife, kait Yanna, a forensic artist, and they thought I was a right fit for the job. Nowadays, Tony basically spends his day looking at bones to learn more about the person they once belonged to.
It's surprising how much you can tell from your bones.
But he's lighthearted about the work too.
His desk is filled with all these toy bone and skull knick knacks, and he has sports jerseys on the wall. Here's what he says makes a good forensic anthropologist.
Tenacity patients, attention to detail, critical thinking, and maybe a little bit of awkwardness, introvertedness. You know, we enjoyed doing these kinds of things, mostly on our own.
He was actually raised in Tennessee like me, but he didn't have the accent at all. I met him at the working group and we were all in Florida trying to figure out what name is needed to be liked him from the start, but I'm not sure he knew what to make of me.
I really didn't know anything other than, you know, there was this new individual who had joined us, who, you know, we were told had experience, who was the first person to actually sort of use the Internet and publicly generated data or information to actually solve an unidentified person's case.
And it's true, I really wasn't the bitter government type. Many times I have phone calls and I think people were quite disarmed because they weren't expecting a Southern voice.
I didn't come for.
Other guys come from you know, they went through police academy or whatever training. I floated into this career path a different way. This thing called name US again, the National Missing and Unidentified Person System. It's supposed to be a tool, a clearinghouse for all missing and unidentified bodies. If do network looks like a clunky, early two thousands website, names looks awfully sterling clinical. There's no doubt it's a government website.
But do you think it was based on well, ultimately Todd's model.
At the time, I was still working at the factory, so I basically used up my vacation time to help him out.
It felt worth it.
We all had same goal. We wanted to match two groups of people, missing people and John and Jane does people like the two boys I couldn't.
Get out of my head.
Around two thousand and nine, two years after that press club trip, I was able to quit my job at the factory and started working as a contractor for the Department of Justice. I had to scare police reports and autopsies for details to build out missing person's profiles. The work actually isn't all that complicating, but you got to be relentless about finding facts.
What idea is basically.
Entering data, putting in clues like a person's height, weight, circumstances of I'm going missing.
I loved it. I was all in.
One of my bosses, doctor Arthur Eisenberg, great guy. I once told him I wasn't sure I was the right man for this job. Said, you're giving me a job that people a PhDs have and I don't have their training. But he didn't care. He saw something in me. He said, go forth and heal the broken hearts.
How's that?
And he turned his little chair around and went back to work, And.
So did I.
When people die, use of the next to ken is notified. But what if there's no known next to ken? What if there's no one to identify the body and say, yep, that's my son in that case, in medical examiner's office will take down data points. Maybe they'll send their bones to the FBI in Quantico, Virginia, or to Tony, a forensic anthropologist with all the bones in his office.
What we do is we examine humans going remains for the purposes of identification, and in doing that, we developed the basic biological profile of that individual, which would be their age, sex, hopefully some information about their ancestry, whether it's Europe, Asia, Africa, and then how tall they were.
Tony can even tell if someone has healed fractures or head cavities that they got filled.
Our entire life, Everything that we encounter, whether their childhood diseases or illnesses or injuries, are written in our bones and they stay there now.
At the same time, people go missing and there's date on that too. Let's say your sister goes missing, she's black, mid forties, had dental fillings on two molars, and a tattoo on the right shoulder of a butterfly. That all gets entered into name us and when there's enough overlap in information, there's a potential match and we look into it further. Mike Nancy's job at NamUs was basically to fill out the profile. He's a former homicide detective who gives like one hundred and ten percent.
Cares about the work.
He wants to see a family made wholes so they can stop spinning out of control.
I kind of characterize it as the movie roundhog Day, when Bill Murray woke up every day at six o'clock to the same music. What's what families do? They wake up every morning to the same nightmare that they have of what can they do to find their loved one.
We help answer those questions, but Names is not out on the street solving crimes. We're helping law enforcement do that, but we're also doing something cops often and don't have time to do, helping family who've lost loved ones. He'll I was the first regional systems administrator handling missing people and unknown people around the Southeast. There were thousands of open cases at any given time. Among those thousands was a case I'd come across in two thousand and four.
It eluded me. It was the one with the serial killer and the two boys. In the early two thousand, I'd read a book about a suspected cereal killer and the murder of this one young woman in Oklahoma. Now, this serial killer, a man named Franklin Floyd, wasn't famous on the level of say, Jeffrey Dahmer or Ted Bundy, but the impact he had on this one family was immeasurable and that's what I wanted to know more about.
The book mentioned two of her relatives, two boys. They have both vanished, one in the seventies and one in the nineties. This boggled my mind. How could they have disappeared and no one was looking for him? What made these cases even more challenged and was neither body was ever found. So I entered what I knew about Michael Hughes the school age boy, into the databases. He was six years old, brown hair, brown eyes, scar on the forehead, two crooked bottom teeth. But the infant was a real
mystery to me. All I had to start with was a name. Philip Stephen Brandenburg was so little to go on it was really hard to fill out his profile on the dough Network and especially name us I because infants don't have dental records or tattoos.
Lots of babies start.
At with a mop of blonde hair and a year later have a totally different color, or they started with curly hair and end up with it straight. The other challenge is if for some reason, your parents aren't looking for you. It's not like a coworker or landlord is either. For all intents and purposes, Philip Stephen Brandyburg never existed in the first place.
I only knew about him because.
He was mentioned in a book that I'd written in early two thousands about a serial killer. I had no paperwork to go off of, nothing official. I'd hope that be I would have tracked down those documents, But when it came to them with questions about the Brandenburgs, we were pretty shocked. Here's my buddy mite nance again.
In the case of Philip Brandenburgh, the FBI agent could not validate or could not determine if Brandenburg was ever born, had ever existed.
I was taken with the case, possibly the toughest I ever took on. I knew there was more to the story. I just had a feeling if I found out more information about Philip, it would leave me somewhere. I had to go. You'll learn this about me. It's kind of just the way I am. I feel things pretty strongly more than others. Maybe, like I said, the case chose me. At the time. I was still at the DOJ, so the happy I were compelled to talk to me. If I weren't, they might have said, none of your business.
But asking them about Philip was an ass backwards way of finding out. They didn't have any paperwork on him period. But I thought he had to be born somewhere everybody is, and maybe this person existed somehow, some way, maybe someone out there was missing him and he deserved to be found dead or alive. The network is populated by public records,
stuff like newspaper clippings, missing persons pages. We went in and added everything we could about Philip where we thought he was born, for he might have been last seen, and then Mike and I put this case into NamUs, Michael's regional specialist in charge of the case.
So we had the missing person case and names as Philip Brandenburgh and so then it became my task to try to enhance that as much as possible.
His job was to find more clues about this missing boy, like if you had any distinguishing marks or features, or where he was last seen. And then I had to wait. But I'm not a patient person. There's just some things I want to let go. That could be something people say as applaw.
He is committed. He does not stop. If he gets his mind on a case, he finishes it through.
I know what this all sounds like a little morbid, but it's not to me. I have something of a connection to dead people. They've been in my life for as long as I can remember. I was two years old when my mother had my sister. Her name was Sue Anne. She lived for just a bury, brief sparkle of life.
That was it.
Most days I can't talk about this, but one night I was able to just once. And that's a tape you're hearing right now. Mom still never got over my sister. It was always there. And she was pregnant again, this time with my brother Greg, and we waited for him.
We even had a name if he.
Was a boy or if he's a girl. So he was born and he was sick. He was very clear that there was visible birth effects. So they took him to Vanderbilt in an ambulance. So he was gone, and it was the second day that he passed away by hisself.
And that's hard to think about.
I was only nine years old but then and had lost two siblings. Our family was shell shocked. It was no period of time. And I remember the first time we went to his grave. I remember my mom, she of the red mud, and she caught it all over that put her in a car and it almost looked like blood on her hands. She just holding her hands and she just stunned, and she said, I can't leave him in this cold ground.
But we had to. We had to.
Most people aren't exposed to death until later in life. But me, I knew about death before I even set foot in kindergarten. No one tried to shelter me from the death of my siblings, even when I was a child myself. Our family actually owned the cemetery before even my mom and dad were alive. As a result, I never thought of death as taboo or creepy. These were my family members and they were present in my life
the way that I knew my brother and sister. They were never really gone in a way, they were there. Their names were on the grave. You know.
We took care of the cemetery.
We would play while my mom and dad, my aunt and uncle, they would mow the cemetery. And as I got older, working with the tent Girl and other cases, I'm hearing all of these stories and they don't even know where they are. Missing can be worse than dead. And then having a tombstone with John or Jane Doe on it it just didn't compute. You know, I thought, at least I know where mine are, at least I know who they are.
How could you not have a name on your tombstone?
If I really think about it, I think I became so focused on these two children because of my own brother and sister. I had to give these two missing boys the dignity of a headstone. Anyone who knows me knows I'm a long way from perfect, and they might.
Also say that I should have let this case go.
But just like I did with the tent girl, I held on to hope.
It's kind of like fishing.
I put up my line and worm and waited for someone, and you feel it to bite. But I had to go about my life. My wife and I had our second son. There were other cases that needed my attention. Then one day I got a call from an unknown number in twenty nineteen, fifteen years after I started looking.
I don't even know how I got your number.
I was in my house in the kitchen doing something, probably pasting. I never really sat down. I didn't recognize the number. I thought it might have been a telemarketer or wrong number, but then I thought, you never know. I'll pick this one up, and I.
Told him myselught our conversation, I was like, you don't believe this. I said, I don't blame you if you don't believe it, because this sounds crazy. And I started explaining.
He took the time to listen.
He picked up the phone.
I mean, it was just one in a billion. I guess my name is Steve Patterson living in Chervynth, Carolina. I'm forty nine years old, and I searched my name and found the missing person's report.
This guy, Steve Patterson, was calling to say that he thought he was Phillip Stephen brandon Burg, that maybe this was his real name that had been changed to me. It was just a baby, he'd later tell me. He was looking at the Dough Network, that clinky website I helped build. What he found was a missing person's page for a boy with the last named Brandenburgh. The details seemed familiar, first because the baby was born in April nineteen seventy four, just like Steve. Second because that name,
Philip Stephen Brandenburg. He had seen it once written on a manila envelope in his parents house. And now he had called me because he was wondering if it might be his real name. Steve was looking for the authorities instead, he called me directly.
It just opened a pluggate then, I mean, it just started. Everything started falling into place, and I'm not gonna go with computers. I don't know how in the world I found all this out.
Steve and I started talking and talking and talking. This was the first time in a long career of working on John and Jane Doe cases that one of them me up on the phone. Was he the infant I was looking for? At the time, there was no way to know for sure. The time in lined up, he would have been an infant in nineteen seventy four. Now he's a grown man. But there was something about Steve's tone that shook me. He sounded so desperate to find out who his people were. I remember the way he
said it, I don't know who I am. I don't think in that moment Steve knew how far I'd gone looking for him, or that in order to find him, I'd written to a convicted murderer so many years ago. If this man was who he said he was, it would have meant he had escaped the clutches of a serial killer while his siblings didn't. It would have been a miracle, but by now you know.
Stranger things have happened.
This season of Hello John Doe a fugitive on the run for thirty plus years.
The actual folders for the case, I would say, would stack about six feet.
High, mixedup identities and screwed up pseud anuns.
It's one of the most unique cases I was ever involved with.
And a family left behind trying to solve a lifetime of mysteries.
Yes, they did take a DNAC and then I said, well did you find Steve?
And they said, who's Steve?
I said, Steve Swain little boy.
Well, it was thunderstruck.
It was something I never and no parent ever wants to hear their child go through.
You know, instead of being part of the family, he was given away, when in all reality it saved his life.
Hello John Doe is an original productions by Revelations Entertainment and association with First and Life's Productions from Revelations. Our executive producers are Morgan Freeman and James Younger from First to Last. Lindsay Moreno is the executive producer. Our producing partner is New on Home Media. It was written and produced by Katee Michigan. Our editor is Katherine Saint Louis. She is also nil on Home Media's executive editor. Our
executive producer is Sharah Morris. Our development producer is Ian Lindsay. Our associate producer is Rufaro Faith Maserua. Sound design and mixing by Scott Summerville. Theme and original music composed by Jesse Pearlstein. Additional music came from Epidemic Sound and Blue Dot Sessions.
Bendall Faulton is our fact checker.
Our production manager is Samantha Allison from my Heart Media. Dylan Fagans our executive producer. Special thanks to Adelia Ruben at n on HUM and Carrie Lieberman and Will Pearson at iHeartMedia. I'm Todd Matthews. You can learn more about name us at NamUs dot com. The number for the National Center for Missing Exploited Children's Call Center is one eight hundredth the loss that's one eight hundred eight four
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