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Hello, serial listeners, satanic. Here I want to let you know about our newest show. It's called the coldest case in army.
Kim barker tells the story. She's an investigative reporter with the new york times. She's covered campaign, finance and war.
SHE has lived all over the world, but in this show, kim tries to get to the bottom of something that happened in leamy while owing back when he was a high school student. There SHE tracked sources down, one leading to the next, leading to the next. You are learning information the same time.
Kim das, and maybe because her interest is pure, or maybe because kim is kind, all these people open up to her in unpredictable ways. The show has a noble straight head tone that I love is right there in the title, the coldest case in leamy. You can listen to all aid episodes next week starting february twenty third. Just search for the title the coldest case in the army, and then you can subscribe wherever you get your podcasts. Here's kim with a trail.
Years ago, when I was a teenager, I lived and learn me. I am ming. I've always remember red IT as a mean town, uncommonly mean, a place of jacket ages and called people where the wind blue so hard IT actually wiped pebbles at you, actually pushed trucks after the highway, let me stood in an elevation of more than seven thousand feet and got so socked in by winter storms.
IT felt like we were trapped, like there was no way out. The town's only high school, leery high, was grim, even by Normal high school standards. One of my classroom mates killed someone.
Other students killed themselves. Some boys were held down and branded with letters like they were. Livestock coaches of cut guys fighting in the hallways made them fight for real in a makeshift turing.
But the main reason that learn me is always stuck with me. The defining cruelty in a li of them was a Young woman I never met name Shelly wiley. In the fall of thousand nine hundred eighty five, when I was a high school soft Moore Shelley was murdered in her apartment.
SHE graduated from learn high just a few years before I got there. He was twenty two, White, a pretty burn net, living a version of the life my friends and I imagine for ourselves. One day I remember the shock of her murder.
Arriving at my high school, some students became suspects, others played the guessing game. Shelley's murder was never solved. Every few years after I moved away, after I became a reporter, i'd search her name for news almost as an idle reflex.
There is never anything until twenty, sixteen, thirty one years after shell's murder, there was a development. The police arrested a former learning cup for the murder. The evidence against him seemed overwhelmed on the night Shelly was killed in one hundred eighty five witness is placed to meet the scene.
His blood had been found there two, and after being confronted with D. N. A evidence in twenty sixteen, he had even told police that quote, i'm not denying that I did that and I killed the girl.
But then just a few months later, prosecutors dropped the charges against him, which means a former cop t been arrested, his DNA, and found at the scene he'd even apparently given something like a confession and then nothing, the whole thing seems. So Larry. I doubt that this was a story my editor would be into a thirty six year old cold case for my time in high school.
IT might have a perfectly reasonable explanation for where I stood, but I figured, what's the harm in making some calls, pulling some string, a little side project that turned into a full fledged reinvestigation of the case and the people and the place? I thought I interestingly, i'm serial productions in the new york times. It's the coldest case in later my coming on february twenty thirty. Listen, wherever you get your podcast.