I don't have any new theories to offer, although I've enjoyed reading all of yours... you guys don't miss much, and that's so awesome to me.
Just... someone mentioned "creepy" -- yes. The whole... flavor of it. The times. The attitudes. Going to see an Elvis Presley movie for the 11th time. I don't care what anyone says, those were simpler, kinder times. Which is why this wasn't solved... nobody wanted to mention the probable rape and murder of this mother's daughters, gods no! Or arrest someone who'd speak such rot! And so the facts were forgotten to spare a mother all she had left, very possibly, a degree of dignity and memories of daughters forever pure. Corny as hell, but so was television in the 1950's, and nobody seemed to mind.
So two corpses, dumped very modern-ish and all.... in a time when decency mattered and modesty was fashionable... well it's creepy.
That phone call? Not even convinced it happened, but still... ultra fucking creepy.
The "witnesses" were, I'm thinking, not attention whores or liars but people who were stunned by this story and perhaps what they said they remembered wasn't consistent with... a damned thing but their own hysteria. ("Oh my god, missing for how long? Yep, saw 'em on a train." Saw some girls on a train and that was enough. Understandable but still... I'm guessing mostly bullshit.)
I'd love to see this solved. I think that knowing I never will makes it more haunting to me somehow... the way the Boy in the Box haunts me... I think of these kids when I'm driving and I say, "What the hell happened to you?"
So far, I've never gotten an answer. But one can hope, right? (That was pretty creepy also... sorry!)
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I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul! (Invictus)
(And Timothy McVeigh's last words...)