As a child, my favorite show was "Unsolved Mysteries." I liked to scare myself, and the tales told by a gravely-voiced Robert Stack certainly fit the bill, far more than even "Tales from the Crypt." While most of the stories have been lost from my memory as I came into young adulthood, one story always stayed with me: that of Amy Billig, apparently kidnapped from the comfort of her own home, by a rove biker gang. Amy's case wasn't even featured on "Unsolved Mysteries" until over a decade after she disappeared, and somewhere in the mid-90's, I happened to tune into "Good Morning America" when Sue Billig, her mother, made an appearance to discuss her ongoing search. I paid attention to both programs closely, but neither could have possibly delved into the full details of Sue's 31-year search for her missing daughter, with all the twists, turns, and ultimate heartbreaks that awaited her. A short but elegant woman, Sue Billig presented as the definition of tenacity as stared down the worst of Florida's biker gangs, crossed continents, outmaneuvered police across almost a dozen states, and ignored death threats in a frenzied effort to find her missing child.
Despite learning some time ago that Sue had passed on in 2005, I found myself flipping through chapter after chapter, hoping for the resolution she so dearly deserved. Normally, I don't care to spoil things for people, but knowing the outcome did nothing to lessen the fever pitch of the story's conclusion, and if anything, made the central character that much more relatable. It also intensified the feelings of anger and frustration the reader experiences for her, when the Billigs mortgage everything they own to pay out not to one or two extortion and ransom attempts, but nearly a dozen. The Billigs pay faithfully on every one, until they run out of money and assets to leverage; subsequently, their caution is forced by the reality that they still had one child at home that need their support and attention, too.
I was especially taken aback by the sheer inhumanity demonstrated by those who tried to cash in on the Billig's pain, including the pair of teenage boys who had the audacity to belittle Sue Billig, in public, years later with no remorse of their behavior, a cadre of lawmen who never so much as left the state despite promising to search far and wide, and an ex-biker who admitted to "owning" Amy and took Sue all over the country with one promise after another that this next town would be their final stop. Unfortunately, they were not alone in their attempts to latch on to the notoriety offered the Billigs as a result of Amy's disappearance, nor were they unique in prolonging the family's suffering. Uncovering the trail of the man who harassed her via telephone for more than 20 years, only to make it far enough to trial with a strategy of blaming Sue herself for both the torment he inflicted on her and her daughter's disappearance, was at times so emotionally wrenching I nearly gave up on the book.
However, it's important to know that the writing wasn't the problem; the vile behavior and legal strategy of the harasser was. Make no mistake; Aunapu's forward writing style does not have the velvet, empathetic touch of Ann Rule, but his ability to grapple with the emotional punch of the material is not in question. His writing is meticulous and nearly as determined as Sue herself; he leaves no consideration unevaluated as he writes chapter after chapter about the twists and turns of Amy's disappearance and the subsequent crusade to find her. Even as Sue embarks on many of the most dangerous errands alone, the fast-paced, breathless style of writing transports the reader to the underground biker bars, clandestine strip clubs, and seedy motels that became a trail of breadcrumbs that Sue followed like a pirate seeking treasure. Except the X always marked only the promise of the greatest gift: a reunion with her daughter.
It made me hug my own daughter a little closer that night.