The Rusty Tomb
September 2013. 42 years after they vanished.
The fisherman stared at the object in Brule Creek. It looked like a car wheel.
Police pulled the vehicle from the muck. It was unrecognizable. A rusted shell of metal, eaten away by four decades of water.
But the license plate was still legible.
It was the Studebaker.
Inside the cabin, preserved by the mud, they found a purse.
They found a driver’s license. Cheryl Miller.
And they found the remains of two people.
There was no serial killer. No house of horrors.
The tire had blown out. The car had swerved, flown off the road, and landed upside down in the creek.
While the families were searching, while the police were interrogating suspects…
Cheryl and Pam had been right there. Just beneath the surface of the water they drove past every day.
But the next mystery would take investigators to the prestigious halls of Harvard.
