Ross Jessop

Enraged.

I'm asking him for more information.

And he tells me about, he tells me about a bush that he had drove over and started to ramble on and on and on.

And the bush in my head just kept echoing and echoing.

I knew where I had to go.

I got the help from the Forest Service with their four-wheeler and I went up with a Forest Service officer back up to the same road that I'd already been up earlier that night.

And when we get to the bush, we drive around it and we continue driving for less than a quarter mile before

What was left of that road completely disappears.

Now we're just on a mountain slope, about 30 degree slopes, no trails, overgrown with bushes and trees.

I'm devastated because there was supposed to be a car up here, but there wasn't.

I want to scream, and I'm walking downslope.

And I see an overturned boulder the size of a basketball.

And I look where that boulder was and there was tread marks in the dirt.

I continue to look and soon find a dome light.

Very dim dome light of a car that had been crashed into a grove of pine trees.

I rushed to the car and I find.

Debris scattered all around it.

A chainsaw that had been stuck in the middle of the tree because our suspect had tried to cut himself out of being stuck.

And I frantically get into the car, but there's no baby.

I start to look around the crash site and I start following a trail of debris playing cards.