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Sheriff Bradley then asks Mary's father, Ollie Grimes, about the day he positively identified her body back in 1954. Ollie remembers that though he did identify her, he only took a quick glance. If he was slightly unsure then, he's even more so now. That evening, the sheriff goes back through the case file and rereads his predecessor's notes.

Sheriff Bradley then asks Mary's father, Ollie Grimes, about the day he positively identified her body back in 1954. Ollie remembers that though he did identify her, he only took a quick glance. If he was slightly unsure then, he's even more so now. That evening, the sheriff goes back through the case file and rereads his predecessor's notes.

The murder that Mary had witnessed just nine days before her death seems like an awfully big coincidence. He begins to wonder, could Mary have fled town fearing for her life? Could her entire death on the tracks somehow have been staged so that no one would go looking for her? Sheriff Bradley's becoming more convinced with every passing moment that Mary's somehow alive and living 60 miles away.

The murder that Mary had witnessed just nine days before her death seems like an awfully big coincidence. He begins to wonder, could Mary have fled town fearing for her life? Could her entire death on the tracks somehow have been staged so that no one would go looking for her? Sheriff Bradley's becoming more convinced with every passing moment that Mary's somehow alive and living 60 miles away.

Driven by his desire to crack the case and become the hero, he clears his calendar later that week and takes a day trip to Cincinnati. He visits the bar where Mary was supposedly spotted. The place is quiet. Not yet happy hour. The bartender's cleaning mugs with a rag when Bradley steps up to the counter with his badge and a photograph of Mary. The bartender takes a good look and shakes his head.

Driven by his desire to crack the case and become the hero, he clears his calendar later that week and takes a day trip to Cincinnati. He visits the bar where Mary was supposedly spotted. The place is quiet. Not yet happy hour. The bartender's cleaning mugs with a rag when Bradley steps up to the counter with his badge and a photograph of Mary. The bartender takes a good look and shakes his head.

She's definitely not a regular. In fact, the image of Mary isn't ringing any bells. He waits around for his meeting with Mary's friend, the one that supposedly saw her here in this very bar. When she arrives, Bradley questions her. The friend tells him precisely what she told the Grimes family. Mary was here. She even points to the exact spot where they briefly spoke.

She's definitely not a regular. In fact, the image of Mary isn't ringing any bells. He waits around for his meeting with Mary's friend, the one that supposedly saw her here in this very bar. When she arrives, Bradley questions her. The friend tells him precisely what she told the Grimes family. Mary was here. She even points to the exact spot where they briefly spoke.

But when Sheriff Bradley presses the friend for a way to get in touch with Mary, the friend can't help him. She has no phone number, no address for Mary, and she hasn't seen or heard from her since that night. Bradley sighs. Cincinnati, as it turns out, is looking like a dead end. But then the sheriff has another idea.

But when Sheriff Bradley presses the friend for a way to get in touch with Mary, the friend can't help him. She has no phone number, no address for Mary, and she hasn't seen or heard from her since that night. Bradley sighs. Cincinnati, as it turns out, is looking like a dead end. But then the sheriff has another idea.

He remembers from the case file that Mary once worked at the nearby Wright-Patterson Air Force Base. This means that her fingerprints are on file with the FBI. He can exhume the grave that they believe to be Mary's, get a set of the body's prints, and send them to Washington. If they're a match, then he can be sure that Mary Grimes Wallace is truly dead and gone.

He remembers from the case file that Mary once worked at the nearby Wright-Patterson Air Force Base. This means that her fingerprints are on file with the FBI. He can exhume the grave that they believe to be Mary's, get a set of the body's prints, and send them to Washington. If they're a match, then he can be sure that Mary Grimes Wallace is truly dead and gone.

In June of 1960, Sheriff Bradley obtains a court order to dig up Mary's grave. Along with the undertaker and a few cemetery workers, he walks into Silver Creek Township Cemetery in nearby Jamestown. Although it's summer, there's an unseasonably crisp chill in the air. They approach a plot marked with the name Grimes. Bradley gives the go-ahead.

In June of 1960, Sheriff Bradley obtains a court order to dig up Mary's grave. Along with the undertaker and a few cemetery workers, he walks into Silver Creek Township Cemetery in nearby Jamestown. Although it's summer, there's an unseasonably crisp chill in the air. They approach a plot marked with the name Grimes. Bradley gives the go-ahead.

The cemetery workers plunge their shovels into the earth, and they uncover two coffins. Mary's corpse is not inside either one. After they hear the news, Mary's siblings tell Sheriff Bradley that they thought Mary was buried in a different part of the cemetery, and so they lead the sheriff to the spot where they believe she is.

The cemetery workers plunge their shovels into the earth, and they uncover two coffins. Mary's corpse is not inside either one. After they hear the news, Mary's siblings tell Sheriff Bradley that they thought Mary was buried in a different part of the cemetery, and so they lead the sheriff to the spot where they believe she is.

The grave site is unmarked, so the cemetery workers must use long steel rods to locate the coffin. One of the workers jabs a rod into the earth. Nothing. He pulls it out and jabs it again, just a few inches to the right. This time, it hits something beneath the ground. He gives the sheriff and the undertaker a nod. This is where the body is. They start digging.

The grave site is unmarked, so the cemetery workers must use long steel rods to locate the coffin. One of the workers jabs a rod into the earth. Nothing. He pulls it out and jabs it again, just a few inches to the right. This time, it hits something beneath the ground. He gives the sheriff and the undertaker a nod. This is where the body is. They start digging.

Once the coffin comes into view, the undertaker notes that this is the exact type of coffin Mary was buried in. The sheriff has a good feeling about this, one of those tried-and-true policeman hunches. The cemetery workers pry open the coffin's lid with crowbars. The smell of death and decay wafts from inside the small wooden box. Sheriff Bradley looks inside, and he's stunned into silence.

Once the coffin comes into view, the undertaker notes that this is the exact type of coffin Mary was buried in. The sheriff has a good feeling about this, one of those tried-and-true policeman hunches. The cemetery workers pry open the coffin's lid with crowbars. The smell of death and decay wafts from inside the small wooden box. Sheriff Bradley looks inside, and he's stunned into silence.