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chartier-judithJudith Ann Chartier was 17 when she vanished in Billerica, Massachusetts. on June 5, 1982 along with her vehicle, a 1970’s Black Dodge Dart Swinger.

Earlier that night she had attended a party with her then boyfriend. Sometime during the party she had an argument with him and dropped him off at his home before returning back to the party and leaving alone at approximately 2AM. She never made it to her home in Chelmsford, MA.

The town of Chelmsford is approximately 4 miles from the city of Lowell, and is located on Interstate 495 of the Boston metro outer beltway.

Chartier was employed at a fast food restaurant in Chelmsford at the time and those closest to the missing teen alleged she was being harassed by a male co-worker. In fact, it is believed she was afraid of this individual however, he was never entered in as a suspect.

According to Most Wanted Hoes the United States Secret Service notified Chelmsford Police Department that the infamous counterfeiter and sexual sadist, James Mitchell DeBardeleben had been in the town the day prior to Judith Chartier’s disappearance. DeBardeleben is alleged to have murdered several brunette women over an eighteen-year span. Arrested on May 25, 1983, in Knoxville, Tennessee, Secret Service Agents searched DeBardeleben’s 1971 Chrysler seizing evidence including a receipt from a motel in Chelmsford dated June 4, 1982.

DeBardeleben denies having ever met Judith Chartier. Nonetheless, DeBardeleben was in the area the day before Judith’s disappearance and she fit his victim profile. DeBardeleben may have first spotted Judith at the fast food restaurant where she worked. Furthermore, DeBardeleben somewhat varied his motive of operation, he could have stalked Judith, then while impersonating a police officer abducted her. However, DeBardeleben as to date is not known to move or hide his victims. So, if DeBardeleben had abducted and murdered Judith Chartier, her remains, or at least her vehicle should have been discovered by now. Unfortunately, neither Judith nor her Dodge Swinger has been found, and that is because both are hidden. Therefore, the possibility exists that DeBardeleben was not involved in Judith Chartier disappearance.

If you have any information regarding the disappearance of Judith Ann Chartier please contact the Chelmsford Police Department in Chelmsford, Massachusetts at 978-256-2521.

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Photo of John Fay who was found brutally murdered in a wooded park in Warwick, RI.

In May 2013 an individual jogging a bike path in City Park, located in Warwick, RI came across the body of a murdered man in a garbage can. Warwick police soon identified the man as John Jack Fay, 66, a retired postal worker and avid runner.

City Park is in the neighborhood of Buttonwoods, where Mr. Fay lived prior to his death. He would use the walking path regularly as his running trail and would usually be out there in the early morning hours.

Police believe Mr. Fay was jogging along the path when he was attacked and killed early on Friday morning, and say there was a violent struggle with Fay fighting desperately for his life.

“We have determined that the attacker or the assailant might have hurt himself and have injuries consistent with being involved in a violent attack. We know that Mr. Fay defended himself rigorously and we suspect that the attacker might have more injuries as a result,” said Officer Robert Nelson of the Warwick Police Department.

The trash bin (barrel) which Fay was cruelly thrown in had been covered with brush. His body was spotted hours later.

Police still don’t know whether the attack was random or if Fay was targeted and it’s possible that more than one attacker was involved. In fact, Fay was a strong, fit man and his family believes two people would have had to of subdued him.

In addition to patrolling the park, investigators are actively searching for whoever’s responsible for Fay’s death.

“We’re asking for anybody’s help as far as the public is concerned with any information they can give us in regards to this,” Nelson said.

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UPDATE – Former Doctor Richard Haugh, now 71, has been captured in Columbia by Federal agents and Colombian police after being on the run for more than 2 decades due to various sex crimes against children. Click here for the latest update on this case.

 

Wanted by the Belmont Police Department / Massachusetts State Police Department for Crimes against children

Warrant #:9281CR000082

Dr. Richard S. Haugh is an accomplished author, publisher and academic. He is accused of committing numerous sexual offenses against a female child and there may be other victims out there.

Haugh was arrested in 1992 as he left his residence armed with a licensed .25 caliber handgun. He was charged and later indicted by a Middlesex Superior Court Grand Jury for two counts of Rape of a Child, two counts of Indecent A&B on a child under 14, assault to rape a child and disseminating obscene matter to a minor.

He was supposed to appear in court on August 12, 1992 but never showed up and has been on the run ever since.

Photo of Dr. Haugh taken in 1992

Description of Fugitive:

  • Full Name: Richard S. Haugh
  • Birthdate: May 4, 1942
  • On the Run Since: August 1992
  • Age Then: 51
  • Age Now: 71
  • Hair: Black (it has most likely started greying and he most likely dyed his hair lighter following his warrant).
  • Eyes: Blue
  • Race: WhiteSex: Male
  • Height:5’11” Weight: 155 pounds

Note: Richard Haugh has been on the run for over twenty years and has definitely aged since his last known appearance. It’s important you focus on features including facial shape, nose, ears, eyes, etc.

Click My Fox Boston for other fugitives evading authorities in Massachusetts.

If you have any information on the whereabouts of this child predator you’re urged to please contact:
Massachusetts State Police Department 1-800-KAPTURE (1-800-527-8873).

Pam-Jerome-PepperSketch of Pamela Jerome Pepper

Pamela Pepper was murdered over two decades ago and her case remains unsolved.

She was discovered deceased on January 13, 1986 by a Department of Environmental Protection Officer. She was found naked from the waist down, partially buried in snow on the Bridgeport Hydraulic Company, a property off of Valley Road in the town of Redding, Connecticut. She was wearing a dark-colored wool coat, tan-colored turtle-neck with maroon and brown stripes, tan pants and brown leather boots.

Pamela went by the nickname “Pam” and was last seen alive on November 25, 1985 in the downtown Bridgeport, CT area.

Pam was born February 2, 1942 and she was 42 at the time of her murder.

A reward of $20,000 is being offered for information leading to the suspect(s) arrest and conviction.

CASE Number: B-86-016709

Anyone with any information regarding this case is urged to please contact: Connecticut State Police – Western District Major Crime Squad at: 1-800-376-1554 and/or 1-203-267-2220

You can also send an anonymous tip by emailing: Western District Major Crime Squad

Unsolved Murder of Amy Lynn Drake (11/22/87 – 11/24/06)

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Amy Drake

Amy Drake went missing in late September, 2006 when she was 18-years-old. Her family filed a missing persons report with the Skowhegan Police Department.

Amy was a teenage girl who was born in Farmington, Maine on November 22, 1987. She lived in Skowhegan during her teen years and attended Jay and Skowhegan Schools where she was a cheerleader and good student. She was a good person and a typical, happy, kind teen so many were shocked and saddened when her murdered remains were discovered in the Fall of 2006.

According to reports, Amy went missing in late September, 2006. Her family noticed her purse and clothes were still at their home which indicates she planned to be back. They reported her disappearance to Skowhegan Police Department.

On November 24, 2006, two days after the missing teen’s 19th birthday, hunters found her murdered remains in a wooded area off River Road in Norridgewock, ME which is approximately two miles from Skowhegan.

Authorities didn’t release the cause of death but did say she was in fact, murdered.

”Manner of death is always an issue that we withhold. We feel it’s very important. That kind of information can make or break the case, and what we don’t want to do is put information out there that could take away the possibility of narrowing down our focus on individuals,” Lt. Gary Wright from the Maine State Police said to Portland Press Herald in 2009. 

During Amy’s funeral, the Rev. Mark Tanner of the Federated Church in Skowhegan asked her family and friends to be vigilant in finding her killer, and they have been.

”We all have a job to do,” Tanner said. ”We have a responsibility to one another. We have a responsibility to our young people, and to the ones around us – to keep our eyes open.” 

”The voices that God has given us are voices that allow us to speak. Some of the worst mistakes we can make as people are to keep our mouths closed.”

Who would have wanted her dead? Maine State Police have been trying to figure that question out for over six years as well. They say someone has information regarding this case that they haven’t reported and hope they do what’s morally right and give Amy Drake’s loved ones the closure they’ve been desperately hoping and praying for.

”We continue to follow-up on any lead that comes in on it. We’re still reviewing the evidence that we have collected in the last couple of years,” said Wright.

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Amy L. Drake – Photo of her gravestone provided by Amy Drake’s Find A Grave 

Anyone with information regarding this case is asked to please contact: Maine State Police at (207) 624-7143 — You may also report information about this crime using the online Report a Crime form.

Source:
Maine State Police Website
Portland Press Herald
Find A Grave

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Photo of Rose Marie Moniz

On March 23, 2001 Rose Moniz, a 41-year-old female from New Bedford, Massachusetts, was found by her father murdered inside her home on 3448 Acushnet Ave. She had been bludgeoned to death.

Frances Cunha, the mother of Rose Moniz, quoted a man known to Moniz. She said:

“He said he would kill her. He told her, ‘It may take a week, it may take a month, it may
take a year, but mark my words, I will kill you.” “She was a good girl…..and someone beat
her to a pulp. My beautiful daughter.”

But despite the threats of an unknown man, Rose’s case remains unsolved.

If you believe you have any information regarding this cold case you’re asked to please contact: New Bedford Police Department’s Unsolved Homicide Tip Line at 1-866-SOLVE-07

Pictured; Photo of murdered victim

New Bedford, MA (New England) — On May 30, 1985 the deceased body of John Moura, a 42-year-old taxi driver from New Bedford, was found hunched over the wheel of his taxi-cab at Fort Rodman in New Bedford, MA. He had been shot more then once from the back. His jewelry and wallet, which contained money was laying right next to his body, crossing out robbery as a motive. His taxi-cab and meter were still running.

Police have been looking for a person-of-interest for decades. During one of his taxi-runs, Moura had picked up a unidentified man in-front of ‘Bank of Boston’ on Pleasant Street in New Bedford around 11a.m. the morning of his death. By noon-time, Moura would not respond to radio contact to the cab company he worked for. A couple hours after the 11a.m. pick-up of the unidentified man, his body was found.

Artist Sketch of unidentified person-of-interest (description below)

The person of interest is described as a Caucasian male with dark/black hair that was neatly-groomed, he was around 5’7,” weighing approximately 170 pounds with a slight gut and medium build. The unknown man was last see wearing a black t-shirt, black pants and is believed to have been carrying a black or tan jacket.

Moura mother has since died without answers of her sons untimely death. He has left behind five children who are still searching for answers.

There isn’t much information found on this murder case and most people have never heard of it. In-fact, aside from this article, the only one that comes up on a search engine is CTCOLDCASES which is the source of the information posted. Regardless of how long this case has been cold, it still needs justice!

If you have any information regarding this cold-case, please contact: New Bedford Police Department at 508-991-6300 extension 327. (all tips are anonymous. You can also contact the NBPD by mail or going to their website.)

karina_holmerKarina Holmer, 20, was a Swedish AuPair who left her home country of Sweden and travelled to America to live with a Boston, Massachusetts family.

An AuPair is a childcare provider who receives a temporary visa to travel to another country and live with a family and care for their children in exchange for a predetermined wage and cultural experience. Karina was excited at the opportunity to travel to the US. Four months into the exchange and she was adapting very well. Her AuPair family described her as a responsible, respectable, trustworthy and caring woman who took her job her job taking care of children seriously, but also enjoyed her free time and exploring different places in New England. Just a young woman figuring her life out and having fun on the way. She had no enemies, at least none that were known.

The weekends were her time to go out and enjoy herself, exploring new clubs and bars, hanging out with friends, and meeting new people, and June 21, 1996 was no different.

On the night of June 21st she decided to go to Zanzibar, a popular nightclub on Boylston Place in Boston. She had been there before and was familiar with the scenery. She dressed to the nines, dotting a shining gray sweater and silver pants, which was the style then, and she was very stylish. Many described her as a very attractive woman and she had many males approaching her. She was always kind even if the attraction wasn’t mutual, and was far from stuck up.

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Outdated photo of Karina dressed in all black at Zanzibar prior to June 21, 1996

When she arrived at the club she was seen enjoying herself, drinking, dancing, socializing and even singing. She didn’t have a care in the world. Shortly after however, she was seen passed out on the clubs restroom floor. It appeared that she had gotten a little to intoxicated and like many people, being intoxicated more than likely lowered her guard and judgement and gave a sexual predator and murderer the opportunity to take advantage.

Details after the restroom incident are foggy and something only a few people, including her killer, no. What we do no is that the former Au-Pair was attacked, either by a stranger or someone she met that night or possibly someone she had met over the past four months in the United States, although unlikely given the circumstances.

Karina was not only murdered, she was tortured, sexually assaulted and dismembered into two pieces. The top half of her body was discarded in a Fenway dumpster but the bottom half of her body was never recovered.

Police searched high and low for the person(s) responsible. They tracked Karina’s movements in the 48 hours leading up to her death, interviewed dozens of individuals, and followed hundreds of tips. But despite the hard efforts her case remains unsolved and her killer’s identity remains unknown.

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The below article was published by The Phoenix , a Boston news website. It gives the account of Karina’s murder by a man who was one of the last people to have been Karina Holmer alive:

karina-holmerTHE CASE:

It’s been 15 years since the top half of Holmer’s body was discovered in a Fenway dumpster. The crime fascinated Boston, paralyzed its nightlife, and spurred an investigation that sputtered along for years. But the police never caught her killer.

They never even found the rest of her body.

I didn’t know Holmer by name, but I knew her face. I had said hello to her time after time when she’d come in to Zanzibar on weekend nights to drink; she got served, even though she was only 20. She was known as “Swedish Nanny.” They all were. There were a bunch of them, European au pairs, and they liked to party. They’d dance, they’d drink, and if they were lucky they’d end up getting finger-banged in the back stairwell during one of DJ Tad Bonvie’s cheese-heavy medleys.

We really should have seen this coming.

Monday morning rolled around, and I headed in for my day shift at the Zanzibar offices. The first thing I saw was the news crews blocking up the street. Big microphones bounced off my face as I made my way through the pack.

When I got up to Zanzibar, the tiny office was bursting with cops, both uniformed officers and detectives in plain clothes. Sit down, I was told, they’ll get to you soon enough.

Finally, the cops crowded me into one of the manager’s offices. Did you see anyone suspicious on Friday night, or any other night? they demanded, as I slouched behind the big desk in the poorly lit room. Where were you at the time of the murder?

I was a grubby-looking guy those days, I won’t lie. Plus, a friend at Allston Beat used to give me bottles of Hard Candy nail polish, and I had each fingernail painted a different color. I must have looked suspicious. When they finished asking questions, they started over again.

They questioned my Alley coworkers, too. Cheryl Hanson, who ran Bishop’s Pub across the alley, told them she’d talked to Holmer the night she died. “It’s kind of freaky to think I was just complimenting her on her clothes,” she remembers, “and now I’m giving a description of them so they can help identify her murdered body.”

My buddy Thomas was questioned after the cops found out he’d been shot one night outside Zanzibar months before. “I had to get all my credit-card receipts from that weekend and put them in chronological order to give to them,” he told me years later. “After that, I never heard another word from them.”

The cops called me in for questioning again and again. It got ridiculous. I think I finally told them that I was a coke-head and too weak to even lift up a chainsaw.

A young woman with dirty-blonde hair was passed out along the left wall, teetering on a tall chair with her head buried in her hands. I thought nothing of it as I glided by. This wasn’t anything new, you see. It wouldn’t have been a Friday night without at least one zonked-out babe hanging out in Zanzibar just after closing time looking for her friends or a one night stand.

This was the ’90s, after all — a time when Zima was king, the cocaine was crap, and gazillionaire princes from God-knows-where guzzled Cristal amid the sweaty Euro crowd scene. And on the weekends, they all packed into Zanzibar, the Theater District club where I worked, the sweaty beating heart of a bar-lined alley known as “the Alley.”

From the balcony above, one of the bartenders called down to me. “Fayner!” he yelled. “Can you walk that chick to a cab or something?”

I pointed to the woman I had just passed. “This chick?”

He replied yes.

“No problem, just let me grab something from the back first,” I said, as I made my way to the cooler to rifle beer. But when I came back, she was gone.

So I guess you could say that I was one of the last people to see Karina Holmer alive.

PERSON OF INTEREST

Eyewitnesses recalled many contradicting things that morning. Holmer left Zanzibar alone and got into a cab. She took off on foot with an older man. She got into a silver car with four dudes and sped off. She chatted with a crazy man and his big shaggy dog in matching Superman T-shirts. But who’s to say the woman any of those people saw was in fact Karina Holmer? Drunken chicks wearing shiny silver pants spewed out of the Alley every night of the week in those days.

Amid the confusion, suspects emerged. The first and most obvious was Frank Rapp, a Dover artist and Holmer’s boss; a mysterious fire had burned outside Rapp’s condo complex after Holmer went missing. But the police couldn’t find anything linking him to the crime.

After that, the investigation sprawled out in a dozen different directions. Detectives questioned a panhandler, Juan Polo, who was seen singing and dancing in the street with Holmer the night of her murder. They also questioned Sleep Chamber frontman and noted junkie John Zewizz, who happened to live two blocks from the dumpster where Holmer was found. And they investigated Herbie Witten, the crazy guy with the dog in the Superman T-shirt.

But no one was ever arrested.

When I tried to talk to the cops for this story, all I got back was this boilerplate e-mail: “The Boston Police Homicide Unit continues to seek justice for Karina Holmer. Investigators share a strong desire with Karina’s family to hold the perpetrator accountable. If anyone has any information about what happened to Karina, please contact 617.343.4470. Detectives will continue to aggressively pursue any new leads.”

The theory that had the most traction with those of us who worked down at the Alley was that a cop who had dated Holmer was the real killer. But the most that ever came of that was a terse Boston Globe story, noting that an unnamed officer had been questioned in connection with the murder.

“No one’s a suspect, but everyone’s a suspect,” a “source close to the investigation” told the Globe.

PARTY’S OVER

The Alley became a ghost town after that.

At Zanzibar, it felt as if the place was cursed. Night after night, the club was empty. The manager would send staff home. Everyone started looking for new jobs elsewhere. No one wanted to go down with the ship.

“Everyone was on this heightened alert,” recalls Hanson, “making sure underage people were kept away; definitely being more diligent with IDs. Basically, we stopped making money.”

Outside our doors, there was something heavy in the air. Before, at closing time, the Alley would be packed with people — screaming, yelling, making out, and puking. But after the murder, it was quiet. People walked to cars or to the T in pairs or groups. Women were careful who they talked to.

In October, the city suspended Zanzibar’s license for serving underage drinkers. By the following year, the club was reopened with a new name, new management, and a mostly-new staff, and soon business was blazing again. But that crowd — the Euro kids and the nannies and the yuppies — never really came back (probably for the best).

Karina Holmer’s killer is still out there. It’s hard not to wonder about.

“Yeah, I still think about her death every once in a while,” Hanson says. “Every time I’m near Lansdowne Street and I pass that dumpster, I wonder what happened that weekend.”

Rachael Garden.. Missing 3/22/80.. Newton, New Hampshire    Peter J. Henderson, Jr.

Rachael Garden (15) missing from Newton, New Hampshire since March 22nd, 1980

Age-progression of what Rachael might look like at age 42 (she would be 48 years old as of 2012.)

Rachael Garden is listed as ”Non-Family-Abduction”

Date of birth: 12/30/64 – Date of disappearance: March 22nd, 1980 Description: Caucasian female with light brown hair, hazel eyes, 5’1”, weighing approximately 100-pounds in 1980. She also had her ears peirced and although she wore dental retainers, she wasn’t wearing it at the time of her disappearance.

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NEWTON, NH When the opened around 9:15pm at Rowe’s Corner Market store on March 22nd, 1980, owner Peter Jewett was delighted to see one of his favorite customers, a slender teenage girl named Rachael Garden, step into the quiet store.

Unlike many of the sullen teenagers who patronized the store, 15-year-old Rachel was memorable for her outgoing personality and ready smile; the type of kid who always took the time to say a friendly “Hi.”

Rachael handed Jewett a five dollar bill for a pack of cigarettes and headed out the door to walk to a friend’s house in the 50 block of north Main Street. Twenty-seven years later, Jewett, who now owns a general store in East Kingston, still remembers his last glimpse of Rachael. “I turned and leaned against the counter like I always did to look at the road and I saw Rachael walking toward Maple Avenue,” he said.

Sometime that Saturday night Rachael, a petite ninth-grader at Sanborn Regional High School, disappeared from the streets of Newton, and was never seen again.

For most Newton residents the next morning was just an ordinary Sunday in March. There was a lingering chill of winter in the air and the ground was damp from recent rains and winter’s melting snows. Jimmy Carter was president and Pink Floyd’s “Another Brick in the Wall” was on top of the music charts.

With a population barely over 3,000 people, Newton had only one full-time police officer. It was the kind of town where bad things just didn’t happen.

Rachael’s parents called the police station at about 10 a.m. on Sunday to report their oldest child missing. Rachael’s mother, who has since moved away and expresses reluctance to talk about the case, says only that she knew right away something was seriously wrong when Rachael did not return to the family’s small cape on Main Street.

What the police did and who they talked to in those first 24 hours Rachael disappeared is known only to them. But by Monday morning, Rachael was still missing.

Vic Daley, a vice principal at the high school, remembers taking a call from Rachael’s mother the Monday after she disappeared. “She only said that Rachael would be absent. I didn’t know that something was wrong till maybe a few days later.” Daley says he doesn’t remember if the police ever came to the school. “I don’t think so, but it’s possible.”

That Rachael was considered a runaway in those first few months seems evident from the lack of publicity her disappearance generated. There were no posters or fliers. No announcements were made at school. Friends were not questioned until months or even years later. At school,  her desk sat empty and no one really asked why.

There were reasons to believe Rachael might have left home on her own accord. She was a teenager after all; a girl who adored her siblings but sometimes resented having to baby-sit for them so often. A girl who complained to friends about feeling stifled by her parents’ rules. She was drawn to the more rebellious of her peers, the kind who skipped school or smoked and drank in the woods near Martin’s Pond.

In her free time, Rachael often walked the quarter-mile down to Rowe’s Corner Market, looking for some excitement. Sometimes she went to the hill across from Maple Avenue, a place where local teens often congregated.

One friend recalls that Rachael even talked of running away around the time she disappeared.

And then there were the alleged sightings in the months that followed her disappearance, sightings that spurred Rachael’s mother to rush down to Haverhill, Mass. or over to Hampton Beach looking for clues.

But others say Rachael would not leave her family or town voluntarily. “She was too young and naïve to do something like that,” said one friend.

The day she disappeared, Rachael was reportedly wearing a two-tone blue ski parka, jeans and a plaid shirt with silver threads. She had on brown lace-up shoes and carried a dark blue tote bag with the word “Things” imprinted on one side. Police believe Rachael left all of her belongings at home, including her dental retainer. She reportedly had a horse she loved and would never have left unattended.

While police questioned witnesses and followed leads, time passed. Summer came and went, but still there was no sign of Rachael.

As 1980 came to a close, it seemed that Rachael was already forgotten by many in town. Her classmates, now in their sophomore year, assumed she had dropped out or moved away.

Life in town went on as usual. At the close of 1980, the police of chief wrote a summary of his department’s year in the town report. Two arrests for littering were noted. A police cruiser was stolen and there was a burglary at the Rolla Round Skating Rink. Over the course of the year, the police station received 11 reports of missing persons. Who went missing and whether they were ever found is not recorded. — There is no mention of Rachael Garden.

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Janice Pockett.. Missing 7/26/73.. Tolland, Connecticut    Peter J. Henderson, Jr.

Photo Of Janice Pockett, Taken The Year She Disappeared.

Case Type: Non Family Abduction

DOB:  Oct 15, 1965 Missing Date: Jul 26, 1973 Sex: Female Race: White Age When Last Seen: 7 Age Now: 7y/o in 73′ – 46y/o (today) Height: 4’0″ (122cm) Weight: 65 lbs (29 kg) Hair Color: Blonde Eye Color: Blue Case Number: NCMC923957
Missing From: TOLLAND, CT. United States
Clothing Description: She was wearing blue shorts with an American flag pattern, a blue and white striped shirt and blue sneakers when she was last seen. Circumstances:Janice left her home by bicycle on the afternoon of July 26,1973 and was never seen again. Her bicycle was found nearby Rhodes Road adjacent to a wooded area. Janice has a gap between her front teeth. .  

New York (CNN) — On a July afternoon in 1973, a little girl set out on her bicycle in a pristine corner of Connecticut. Janice Pockett, 7, was looking for a butterfly she’d caught and left on a rock by the road a couple of days earlier.

“We were driving my mom crazy I remember,” said her younger sister, Mary Engelbrecht, who is now 43. “My sister and I had been bickering over something stupid — a toothbrush, I think.”

Janice asked if she could ride off by herself and their mother said yes. It was a big deal, Engelbrecht said, because it was the first time either girl had been allowed to go anywhere by herself.

Janice never returned and 37 years later, the mystery of what happened to her continues to trouble residents of Tolland, a quiet community in the semi-rural suburbs of eastern Connecticut.

Engelbrecht still has vivid memories of the day her sister vanished. She recalls that their mother gave Janice an envelope for the butterfly. She remembers how Janice rode off on her green, Murray banana-seat bicycle.

Half an hour went by, and there was no sign of Janice. Engelbrecht, then 6, remembers walking up the street holding her mother’s hand as they went looking for her sister.

They found her bike less than a mile away, abandoned on a dirt road close to the woods.

“We found the bike, but my sister was nowhere,” Engelbrecht told CNN. “Police later told us they never found her butterfly, or the envelope either.”

Connecticut State Police continue to work the case. According to Detective Dan Cargill, a member of the investigative team, police found the bicycle between the rock and the Pocketts’ home.

It appeared Janice may have been on her way back home when she was snatched,” he said.

Police searched on foot and horseback, and used cadaver dogs to search the woods near the dirt road where the child’s bike was found.

Photo Of Janice Taken Shortly Before Her Disappearance.

Over the years police and volunteers have continued searching. They say they’ve gone over every inch of the woods. No evidence related to Janice Pockett was ever found.

“I know in the initial search they scoured the woods for newly dug holes, but found none,” Cargill said.

Janice’s bicycle was tested for fingerprints and, more recently, was tested with newer technologies available to investigators. Again, no forensic evidence was found.

Hundreds of potential suspects were questioned; homes in the neighborhood were searched, tips were followed up, and criminal background checks were done. Still, nothing.

“The dirt road where her bike had been found had tire tracks on it from various vehicles and our investigators followed up, searching vehicles fitting those tracks but again no clues were found,” Cargill said.

Leads on possible suspects were followed, but investigators were frustrated by the dead ends.

“There were hundreds of names of possible suspects, but many were ruled out,” Cargill said. “Some who are still on the list, we simply didn’t have corroborating evidence to substantiate them as suspects.”

One potential suspect, now deceased, lived about 20 miles from Tolland at the time Janice Pockett disappeared. His criminal record included prison terms for the abduction and attempted murder of two boys in Massachusetts. And the man later was convicted of molesting two boys in Montana.

When police searched the man’s Montana home, they found fragments of a child’s bones, but could not match them to Pockett. The man died in prison in 2008, and the identity of the child whose bones were found remains a mystery.

Janice Pockett’s disappearance remains an open investigation, police said, adding that they still receive tips from time to time.

Map showing Vernon, CT and surrounding towns, etc.

ANYONE HAVING INFORMATION SHOULD CONTACT National Center for Missing & Exploited Children

1-800-843-5678 (1-800-THE-LOST)Connecticut State Police 1-860-779-4900 or 1-860-779-4940

You can also leave a annoymous tip on the tip-line at 860-896-3200.