It's hard not to see how ironic it was for two 17-year-old girls to disappear on the way to a late spring gravel pit keg party, when they had never been to a keg party before that night. These weren't party girls or girls living in a dangerous big city. Yet the local sheriff who starts the investigation tells everyone that Pam Jackson and Sherri Miller were wild girls who obviously ran off, and would eventually come back home. (Years later, this sheriff would be convicted of raping a 7-year-old child, after leaving law enforcement.) When Pam and Sherri remain missing, some others in their community start to accept the idea they ran away, even though the idea seemed preposterous, because it was less horrible than believing they were victims of a crime. If they ran away, there was not a killer in their midst. If they ran away, they were still alive and well . . . somewhere.
So starts the story of a missing persons case that would not be solved until decades later. So starts a case with some shoddy law enforcement investigations, the persecution of the family of the criminal suspected of killing the girls, a lying jail house informer, "evidence" acquired from hypnotism, and the hopes of some law enforcement officers and prosecutors of closing the case by pinning it on a violent local man already locked up. Even after the case was finally solved, some refused to believe what happened was what happened. It's more than ironic, too, that the evidence needed to solve the case was discovered the day of the funeral of Pam Jackson's father, a man who would search for his daughter for years and years, never giving up hope. An excellent investigative job by Lou Raguse, that bogs down in details at times, but clearly shows how the truth can surface when everyone doesn't give up searching for it.
(Note: I received a free ARC of this book from NetGalley and the publisher or author.)