Carol Dodge

Genetic genealogy had never led me wrong.

And I was beating my head against the wall.

There could always be an adoption.

Son who's been born to a man, he doesn't know about it.

Could there be someone missing?

Unless... When I went back to the drawing board, I again focused on that and said, is somebody missing here?

My colleague started calling around, and she called this very small local library in a small town where this family had been based initially.

And some sweet librarian agreed to go through their archives.

So she had obviously remarried, and she had one son.

It was an amazing moment because finally all the pieces started falling in place.

We learned he actually lived in Idaho Falls in 1996.

And when Moore dropped all this knowledge on the Idaho Falls police... It was very hard not to break into tears telling them.