Linda Zapata

Here's what Zapata bought, two gallons of water, an odor-absorbing mask, a few large containers, a tarp, two cans of Lysol, some pledge wipes, scissors, recycling bags, and paper towels.

What did you think he had bought all that for?

Stats looked into the history of this storage locker.

Eugene rented it in 2001 just before he moved to Nevada and had moved everything out of it on his last trip here in April 2005.

The cadaver dogs smelled something at the storage locker and in this car that Zapata rented.

Finding Jean's remains in this large landfill would be next to impossible, but the police were close enough to cracking this case that they thought maybe Eugene Zapata would finally confess.

If not to them, then maybe to his daughter.

They needed Linda's help again.

And this time, she'd have to make the most difficult decision of her life.

a hundred times a day, torn back and forth.

How can I betray one or not betray the other?

How could I do that to my dad?

What kind of a daughter am I, you know?

But then my mom's, she has no one else to speak for her.

Nine long months after the case was reopened, there was still no sign of Jean Zapata and still no evidence to tie her ex-husband, Eugene, to any crime.

A lot of times in the investigation, we would feel like we were at a brick wall.

It would take some new piece of evidence, something big, to make this case.

And Detective Marianne Flinstatz had an idea that would be, to say the least, one tough sell.

I asked Linda if she would place a phone call to her father and talk to him about her mother's disappearance.

You were basically asking her to, pardon the expression, set up her own father.