Home Alone

Allison was kind of a character.

She grew up in the '80s and the '90s, so loved '80s and '90s pop.

She loved to have fun and sing along with the radio.

We went down to Tucson.

We throw some music on, and I happen to catch her belting out Cyndi Lauper's Girls Just Want to Have Fun.

Oh.

In the morning light, my love.

You gotta live your life right.

You'll never sleep in the sunshine.

It's just her, that just amazing person.

She lived in Scottsdale.

She worked out of her home.

She had a good relationship with her family, and that was very, very important to her.

We talked almost every day.

Allison's mother, Elaine, told people she would text Allison every night.

And Allison, she'd always text her back.

And then, one February afternoon, the clockwork calls and texts stop.

I called her when I was leaving my office, and it went straight to voicemail.

My wife said, "It's just not right." Things were out of normal.

One of the neighbors reported hearing a long, intermittent scream.

Yes.

Was it Allison?

We believe so, yes.

If it could happen to Allison, it could have happened to any one of us.

As it turned out, the critical piece of evidence ended up being this stain that just didn't have an explanation.