David Ridgen

The sounds I've recorded here don't reveal any secrets, but I feel pulled back to places like this again and again. Pulled back into long-term investigations, their grief and the hope. Even after some questions have been answered, there's always more, and more difficult ones. Over 30 years ago, just one week after her 15th birthday, Christine Herron disappeared.

The sounds I've recorded here don't reveal any secrets, but I feel pulled back to places like this again and again. Pulled back into long-term investigations, their grief and the hope. Even after some questions have been answered, there's always more, and more difficult ones. Over 30 years ago, just one week after her 15th birthday, Christine Herron disappeared.

And her full story has yet to be told. I'm David Ridgen, and this is Someone Knows Something, Season 9, The Christine Herron Case, Episode 1, Chrissy. I first learned about Christine in the late 2000s as I was scanning through some of the many unsolved cases out of Ontario. I was preparing to make a documentary series for CBC Television's news program, The National.

And her full story has yet to be told. I'm David Ridgen, and this is Someone Knows Something, Season 9, The Christine Herron Case, Episode 1, Chrissy. I first learned about Christine in the late 2000s as I was scanning through some of the many unsolved cases out of Ontario. I was preparing to make a documentary series for CBC Television's news program, The National.

I sorted Chrissie's case into a much smaller pile, a short list of sorts, cases that for some reason spoke to me.

I sorted Chrissie's case into a much smaller pile, a short list of sorts, cases that for some reason spoke to me.

I'd learned that a memorial service was being held at a church 17 years after Christine disappeared, so I traveled west to Hanover in the springtime of 2010. Let us pray.

I'd learned that a memorial service was being held at a church 17 years after Christine disappeared, so I traveled west to Hanover in the springtime of 2010. Let us pray.

Framed photos of Christine in curly dark hair and glasses sit on a small table at the front of the church next to the minister. There are others, sad people whom I assume are her family, standing close by, including the woman that I know is her mother, Mary Ann.

Framed photos of Christine in curly dark hair and glasses sit on a small table at the front of the church next to the minister. There are others, sad people whom I assume are her family, standing close by, including the woman that I know is her mother, Mary Ann.

This minister's words, his impressions of Christine, fill me with a chill of sadness. Tears suddenly roll down my face for this young person I'd never met. And right there, I decide that I'm going to do this case.

This minister's words, his impressions of Christine, fill me with a chill of sadness. Tears suddenly roll down my face for this young person I'd never met. And right there, I decide that I'm going to do this case.

I would take several more months of information gathering before I contacted Chrissy's mother, Mary Ann.

I would take several more months of information gathering before I contacted Chrissy's mother, Mary Ann.

I've got Marianne framed up in my documentary camera on a cool windy day. Pale-skinned in glasses with meticulous makeup and shorter hair, Marianne stands in front of the small brick two-story she'd been renting back in the spring of 1993 at the time Chrissy disappeared. Marianne gestures to where she says Chrissy walked away from home that day.

I've got Marianne framed up in my documentary camera on a cool windy day. Pale-skinned in glasses with meticulous makeup and shorter hair, Marianne stands in front of the small brick two-story she'd been renting back in the spring of 1993 at the time Chrissy disappeared. Marianne gestures to where she says Chrissy walked away from home that day.

Marianne says she watched from an upstairs window as Chrissy turned the corner. On the way, Marianne thought, to grade 9 classes at John Diefenbaker High School, not that far away. It was sometime between 1.30 and 2 p.m. Chrissy had not felt well that morning, so stayed home. She'd been known to skip classes and didn't want to go to school that afternoon either.

Marianne says she watched from an upstairs window as Chrissy turned the corner. On the way, Marianne thought, to grade 9 classes at John Diefenbaker High School, not that far away. It was sometime between 1.30 and 2 p.m. Chrissy had not felt well that morning, so stayed home. She'd been known to skip classes and didn't want to go to school that afternoon either.

She and her mom had argued about it, and Marianne suggested that perhaps Chrissy should get a job instead. Chrissy walked out, saying, "'See you later,' and slammed the door." She was wearing blue jeans, a jean jacket, black running shoes, plastic glasses with a broken nose piece on one side, and possibly a silver bracelet.

She and her mom had argued about it, and Marianne suggested that perhaps Chrissy should get a job instead. Chrissy walked out, saying, "'See you later,' and slammed the door." She was wearing blue jeans, a jean jacket, black running shoes, plastic glasses with a broken nose piece on one side, and possibly a silver bracelet.