Dave Krupa

Included with that email, a photo of Liz's car to prove Carrie was there.

And then things got really bizarre, because in a text message to Dave, Carrie claimed that she had upped the ante now by actually kidnapping Liz.

And there was another photo, too.

A woman bound with ropes.

You couldn't really see her face, but was that Liz?

Dave didn't believe it.

But I had told her, BS, that's crock of crap, I don't believe you, go away, leave me alone.

But no.

Instead, she texted she was moving to an apartment building near Dave's place.

Dave told the cops, of course.

They went looking for Carrie.

And the building number was correct, but the apartment number did not exist.

So what was she up to?

Carrie was still nowhere to be found.

But near the apartment complex, Dave found something that, wonder of wonders, he knew belonged to Carrie.

It was Christmas 2012, six weeks after Cary Farver vanished to parts unknown.

Back in Macedonia, Iowa, Cary's now 15-year-old son, Max, had watched his birthday come and go without a peep from his mom, and now was spending the holidays with his grandmother, watching the snow gather in ever higher piles, and wishing with all his heart that his mom would just walk back through the door and end the torture

What was it like at Christmastime without her?

That was hard.

That was hard.