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In 1978, Barbara Annette McClure told people she was being followed.
“It’s my dad.” Weeks later, Barbara disappeared. The only thing ever recovered? Her driver’s license.
But that clue, the one that could have broken open everything...was never treated like evidence.
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In 1978, Barbara Annette McClure told people she was being followed.
“It’s my dad.” Weeks later, Barbara disappeared. The only thing ever recovered? Her driver’s license.
But that clue, the one that could have broken open everything...was never treated like evidence.
Support the show
The following podcast contains personal reflections and experiences that may include references to sensitive topics such as loss, grief, and childhood trauma. The views and opinions expressed in this podcast are those of the host and guests and do not necessarily reflect those of any affiliated organizations or institutions.
Please follow us on
Facebook https://www.facebook.com/groups/1369516386982020
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