Jennifer Amell

Hi, I'm Jennifer Amell, host of Dark Valley. Thank you for joining me on this journey as we dig deeper into this case and into the stories of those most impacted.

Hi, I'm Jennifer Amell, host of Dark Valley. Thank you for joining me on this journey as we dig deeper into this case and into the stories of those most impacted.

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To learn more and to join, visit CrimeJunkiePodcast.com slash fan club. Your support means the world. Just two months ago, I received a digital copy of Linda Moore's case file. Not the whole thing, just bits and pieces. I spent literally an hour printing it all out. Apologies to the trees, but my brain works better that way.

To learn more and to join, visit CrimeJunkiePodcast.com slash fan club. Your support means the world. Just two months ago, I received a digital copy of Linda Moore's case file. Not the whole thing, just bits and pieces. I spent literally an hour printing it all out. Apologies to the trees, but my brain works better that way.

I gathered all the papers together, brewed a pot of coffee, and commandeered my kitchen table. And then I began to read. April 15th, 1986. Westminster, Vermont. Steve Moore was out of bed by 7 a.m. A little later, his wife Linda was up and getting the kids ready to catch the school bus.

I gathered all the papers together, brewed a pot of coffee, and commandeered my kitchen table. And then I began to read. April 15th, 1986. Westminster, Vermont. Steve Moore was out of bed by 7 a.m. A little later, his wife Linda was up and getting the kids ready to catch the school bus.

Steve ran a successful construction business, and they lived in what Linda described as her dream home, a stately white farmhouse on a picturesque bend of Saxton's River. Steve was waiting for a few of his guys to come over and start some roofing work on the house. By 9 a.m., the roofing guys were there, and Steve let them finish up.

Steve ran a successful construction business, and they lived in what Linda described as her dream home, a stately white farmhouse on a picturesque bend of Saxton's River. Steve was waiting for a few of his guys to come over and start some roofing work on the house. By 9 a.m., the roofing guys were there, and Steve let them finish up.

He was late to get his crew started on a job over in Cambridgeport, about five miles west. He kissed Linda goodbye and started off. Steve's company was hired to tear out a chimney and pour a floor at this home in Cambridgeport. By 10.30 that morning... Steve asked his employee, Jim, to drive the truck to the dump and told him to stop by his home and Linda would cut him a check.

He was late to get his crew started on a job over in Cambridgeport, about five miles west. He kissed Linda goodbye and started off. Steve's company was hired to tear out a chimney and pour a floor at this home in Cambridgeport. By 10.30 that morning... Steve asked his employee, Jim, to drive the truck to the dump and told him to stop by his home and Linda would cut him a check.

Steve vaguely recalls talking to Linda on the phone close to 11. She said the guy from Whitcomb Construction was there. And this wasn't the roofing company. According to Steve, Wickham had recently messed up the paving job on their driveway, and Steve wanted someone to come out and assess the work. The guy left a business card, and Linda must have tossed it on the kitchen counter.

Steve vaguely recalls talking to Linda on the phone close to 11. She said the guy from Whitcomb Construction was there. And this wasn't the roofing company. According to Steve, Wickham had recently messed up the paving job on their driveway, and Steve wanted someone to come out and assess the work. The guy left a business card, and Linda must have tossed it on the kitchen counter.

In the meantime, Jim, with the dump truck, did as he was told and stopped by to see Linda for the check. She had recently started keeping the company books. Steve and his crew ate lunch, but by 1240, Jim wasn't back yet. Steve called Linda to check if she'd heard anything from Jim. As he was on the phone, Jim swung the dump truck onto the job site. By the third ring, Linda picked up.

In the meantime, Jim, with the dump truck, did as he was told and stopped by to see Linda for the check. She had recently started keeping the company books. Steve and his crew ate lunch, but by 1240, Jim wasn't back yet. Steve called Linda to check if she'd heard anything from Jim. As he was on the phone, Jim swung the dump truck onto the job site. By the third ring, Linda picked up.

Kind of annoyed. It rang about three times and she came to the phone, said Steve in a 1990 interview. Quote, well after about the second ring he drove into the yard. I don't know if I said Linda sweetheart or whatever I said, but I just had called to see if Jim had stopped by or you had heard from him. But he just drove in the yard so I don't need anything. She's kind of disgusted.

Kind of annoyed. It rang about three times and she came to the phone, said Steve in a 1990 interview. Quote, well after about the second ring he drove into the yard. I don't know if I said Linda sweetheart or whatever I said, but I just had called to see if Jim had stopped by or you had heard from him. But he just drove in the yard so I don't need anything. She's kind of disgusted.

I guess she had been lying out in the sun, so she had to run into the house to answer the phone. And when I didn't want anything, actually, it was the last word I ever heard from her. And it was like, yeah, or something like that. And that was all. End quote. 20 minutes later at 1 p.m., the phone at Steve's job site rang again.

I guess she had been lying out in the sun, so she had to run into the house to answer the phone. And when I didn't want anything, actually, it was the last word I ever heard from her. And it was like, yeah, or something like that. And that was all. End quote. 20 minutes later at 1 p.m., the phone at Steve's job site rang again.