The young girl lay dead in a pool of blood. She’d been assaulted and repeatedly stabbed.
There were no leads, and crime-scene fingerprints didn’t match friends or family.
“Why would she have let a stranger in?” said her distraught mother.
After three months, the case went cold.
Preparing for a flight to Florida, a neighbor calls her young niece to provide arrival information.
“Some guy’s at the door,” said the girl. “He has car trouble and needs to use the phone. I’ll call you back.” She hangs up.
The aunt immediately dials another number.
“Tampa 911. Where is your emergency?”