Trusted Friend BRUTALLY Murders Best Friend’s Wife Six Months After Their Wedding

A warning to our viewers. What you are about to watch is a true story. The following program contains content that some viewers may find disturbing. Viewer discretion is strongly advised. >> Now to a breakthrough in a Jacksonville cold case that has haunted the victim’s family and detectives for decades.
The murder of 20-year-old Tina Hines has finally been solved more than 30 years after her brutal killing. very quiet, very sweet girl, wouldn’t hurt anyone, and it’s just tragic that she had to die such a brutal death. >> In 1994, it was one of the most shocking events to ever happen near Naval Station Mayport.
20-year-old Tina Hines was found stabbed 27 times in her apartment. She had been sexually assaulted and was 4 months pregnant. Police arrested Hines brother-in-law for the crime, who told police he was asleep on the couch when the murder occurred. He was exonerated in 2007, but the identity of Tina’s accused killer remained a mystery until now.
>> April 17th, 1994, Jacksonville, Florida, 6:00 a.m. Police respond to a 911 call from a Mayport apartment. Smoke in the air, multiple small fires burning throughout the home. And in the bedroom, they find a scene that will haunt them for the rest of their careers. 20-year-old Tina Hines is dead on her bed, stabbed 27 times.
She’s 15 weeks pregnant. Her husband is on duty at the nearby naval base. Her teenage brother-in-law made the call. He says he was asleep on the couch. Says he only woke up when the smoke alarm went off. Says he put out the fires, then found her body. The evidence points to him. He’s 19 years old and in 1996 he’s convicted of murder, life in prison.
Case closed. Except it wasn’t him. DNA proves it 11 years later. He walks out of prison an innocent man. But if he didn’t kill Tina Hines, then who did? The answer was hiding in plain sight. in wedding photos from 5 months before the murder standing right next to the bride and groom smiling. A trusted friend, a fellow sailor, someone who’d been inside their home, someone who’d been invited and for 31 years he got away with it.
This is the story of a betrayal so complete it destroyed two families. A case that took three decades to solve. and a young pregnant woman betrayed by the last person anyone suspected. Before we continue, please be advised that this case involves the murder of a young pregnant woman and includes details of sexual assault and violence.
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Spring 1994. America was in a period of transition. The Cold War was over. The tech boom was just beginning. In living rooms across the country, families were watching the OJ Simpson case unfold in real time. A brutal crime that would dominate headlines and change how America viewed celebrity justice and domestic violence.
But while the nation fixated on a murder in Los Angeles, another brutal crime was about to unfold in Jacksonville, Florida. One that would receive far less attention. one that would take three decades to solve. Jacksonville’s Naval Station at Mayport was a bustling hub in 1994. One of the Navy’s most important installations on the East Coast.
Young service members were stationed there, often bringing their families, building lives in military housing and nearby apartment complexes. It was a tight-knit community built on shared sacrifice and mutual trust. In military communities like Mayport, bonds form quickly. Sailors serve together, deploy together, rely on each other in ways civilians often don’t understand.
Their spouses form their own networks, supporting each other through deployments, through the challenges of military life, through the loneliness that comes when your husband is out at sea for months at a time. Trust is everything in these communities. You trust your shipmates with your life. You trust your neighbors to watch your family while you’re deployed.
You trust your friends because in a world of constant uncertainty and relocation, those friendships become your anchor. But what happens when that trust is betrayed? What happens when the danger doesn’t come from outside the community, but from within it? What happens when the person you trust most becomes the person you should have feared? In April 1994, Tina and Jeremy Hines were about to learn the answer to that question in the most horrific way imaginable.
To understand the magnitude of what was stolen on April 17th, 1994, you need to know who Tina Hines really was. Not a case number, not a statistic in a cold case file, but a real person with dreams, with a family who loved her, with a future that should have been long and beautiful. Tina Livernach was born in Wisconsin where the winters are brutal and the people are warm.
She was raised in a close-knit family that prioritized faith, education, and love above all else. Her parents invested everything they had into giving her opportunities, sending her to Catholic school, instilling values that would shape the young woman she became. Those who knew Tina in those early years remember a girl with an infectious smile, warm, kind, the type of person who made everyone around her feel seen and valued.
She wasn’t just going through the motions of teenage life. She was building genuine friendships, creating memories, living fully. Her friends remember her laughter echoing through school hallways. They remember her loyalty, the way she showed up for people when it mattered. Tina was the kind of daughter every parent hopes to raise.
She called home regularly, shared her life, made her parents proud, not through grand achievements, but through the simple act of being a good person. She had dreams like any young woman. dreams of eventually having a family of her own, of building something meaningful, of making a difference in her own quiet way.
But then, like so many young people do, Tina fell in love. She met Jeremy Hines, a young sailor with his own dreams of serving his country in the United States Navy. Their connection was genuine, built on mutual respect and a shared vision for their future together. Jeremy was stationed far from Wisconsin, but love has a way of transcending distance.
For Tina, the choice became clear. She would leave everything familiar behind and start a new chapter in Jacksonville, Florida. And this is where we need to pause and acknowledge something that often goes unrecognized. The sacrifice military spouses make. Tina was 20 years old when she left Wisconsin.
She left her parents, her childhood friends, her entire support system. She moved to a state where she knew virtually no one, to a military community with its own culture and challenges. She did this because she loved Jeremy, yes, but also because she understood what it meant to be a Navy wife. the uncertainty, the constant separations, the resilience required to build a life around deployment schedules and duty rosters.
Tina and Jeremy made their home in the Heron Point apartments in Mayport near the Naval Station where Jeremy was stationed aboard the USS Laty Gulf. She was building a life in this new place, creating a home out of a small apartment, learning to navigate the unique challenges of military life. November 1993, Tina and Jeremy decided to get married.
It was a courthouse ceremony. Small, intimate, nothing extravagant. They didn’t need a big production. What mattered was their commitment to each other, their promise to build a future together. A small group of close friends attended, fellow sailors from Jeremy’s ship, people they’d grown to trust in this tight-knit military community.
It was a simple celebration of love and commitment. As 1993 turned to 1994, Tina settled into married life. She managed their household while Jeremy fulfilled his duties on base. She was working, contributing, building their foundation. And then came news that would transform everything. Tina was pregnant.
15 weeks along by April 1994. The joy in that small apartment must have been overwhelming. They were going to be parents. Tina and Jeremy were planning for their baby, picking out names, imagining what their child would look like, dreaming about the future they would give this new life. Tina was experiencing all those small miracles of early pregnancy, the first movements, the growing reality that soon there would be three of them instead of two.
Around this same time, Jeremy’s younger brother, Chad, had recently moved to Jacksonville. He was 19 years old, trying to get established in a new city, and Tina and Jeremy opened their home to him. Chad stayed on their couch temporarily while he figured out his next steps. And this is telling of who Tina was. She welcomed her brother-in-law into their small apartment without hesitation.
She made him feel like family, not an imposition. She was the kind of sister-in-law who made people feel at home. Picture her in those early months of 1994. a 20-year-old woman with everything ahead of her. Making dinner in a small apartment kitchen, calling her parents in Wisconsin to update them about the pregnancy, their first grandchild, kissing her husband goodbye when he left for duty at the naval station, placing her hand on her growing belly and wondering if the baby would have her eyes or Jeremy’s.
Making plans for a nursery they’d somehow fit into their modest military housing. This wasn’t just a case file. This wasn’t just a victim. This was Tina Hines. A daughter whose parents were awaiting their first grandchild with joy they could barely contain. A wife who’d sacrificed everything familiar to build a life with the man she loved.
An expectant mother who would never get to meet her baby. Never get to hear that first cry. Never get to experience the weight of her child in her arms. Someone who made people feel welcome. Someone who opened her home in her heart. Someone whose only crime was trusting the wrong person. Tina Hines mattered. Her baby mattered. And what happened to them in the early morning hours of April 17th, 1994 would haunt everyone who knew them for the rest of their lives.
April 16th, 1994. A Saturday evening like any other in the Hines household, Jeremy Hines reported for overnight duty at Naval Station Mayport, routine for sailors stationed at the base. It was the kind of shift that had become normal in their marriage. Tina had learned to adapt to these absences to the reality that her husband’s service to his country sometimes meant sleeping alone.
That night, Chad Hines was in the apartment, settled on the living room couch where he’d been staying temporarily. Tina went to bed in the room she shared with Jeremy, 15 weeks pregnant, in the home she’d made with her husband. Everything seemed normal, safe, routine. But someone else knew Jeremy wouldn’t be home that night.
Someone else knew Tina would be vulnerable, alone, except for her teenage brother-in-law sleeping in the next room. Someone else was planning something unthinkable. Sometime in the dark hours before dawn, that person entered the apartment. And what happened next was an act of unspeakable violence. Tina Hines was sexually assaulted in her own bed, the bed she shared with her husband in the home where she should have been safe.
Then she was stabbed not once, not twice, 27 times. 27 brutal wounds inflicted on a defenseless pregnant woman. The brutality wasn’t random. It was personal, ragefilled, intimate in its horror. This wasn’t some stranger who broke in looking for valuables and panicked. This was someone who wanted to destroy her, someone who knew her.
And that makes what happened next even more chilling. After the attack, the perpetrator set multiple fires throughout the apartment, small blazes in different locations, a deliberate attempt to destroy evidence to cover tracks, perhaps even to kill Chad Hines in the process and eliminate the only potential witness. 5:45 a.m. The smoke alarms began to scream.
Chad Hines jolted awake on the couch, confused, disoriented. Smoke was filling the living room. Small fires were burning in multiple locations throughout the apartment. The 19-year-old grabbed whatever he could, towels, blankets, and frantically extinguish the flames before they could spread further.
He disabled the shrieking smoke alarm. And then he went to check on Tina. What Chad Hines found in that bedroom would haunt him for the rest of his life. His sister-in-law was on her bed covered in blood. The scene was horrific, beyond anything a 19-year-old should ever have to witness. Beyond anything anyone should have to see.
Chad called 911, his voice shaking, trying to explain what he was seeing, trying to process the impossible nightmare unfolding before him. Just after 6:00 a.m., Jacksonville police and fire departments responded to the Heron Point Apartments. First responders entered to find Tina Hines still on her bed. She was pronounced dead at the scene.
The medical examiner would later document every detail. 27 stab wounds, evidence of sexual assault. The multiple fire points throughout the apartment, clear indicators of attempted arson. But here’s what made investigators pause. The apartment showed no signs of forced entry, no broken windows, no jimmied locks, no kicked in doors.
Whoever did this, Tina might have let them in. Or they had a key. Or they knew exactly how to get inside without leaving evidence of a break-in. Think about what that means. This wasn’t a random attack. The perpetrator either had access to the apartment or was someone Tina trusted enough to open the door for in the early morning hours.
Jeremy Hines was notified at the naval station. In the span of a single phone call, his entire world collapsed. His wife was dead. His unborn child was gone. In one night, every dream they’d built together was stolen. Chad Hines sat in that apartment, traumatized, trying to process what he’d witnessed, trying to understand how someone could have committed such violence just feet away from where he slept, trying to reconcile the fact that he’d been there in the next room and hadn’t heard anything until the smoke alarms
woke him. The tight-knit military community at Mayport was rocked. This was a place where people looked out for each other, where families felt safe, and now one of their own had been brutally murdered in her own home. The questions were immediate and terrifying. Who could do something like this? Who would want to hurt Tina? A young pregnant woman with no enemies, no drama, no reason anyone would wish her harm.
And how did they get away while Chad was just in the next room? As dawn broke over Jacksonville on April 17th, 1994, investigators began the painstaking work of trying to answer those questions. They had a horrific crime scene. They had limited evidence. They had no clear suspect. What they didn’t know was that the man responsible was someone Tina and Jeremy had trusted completely.
Someone who had access to their lives, their schedules, their home. someone we’d already introduced in this documentary, and he’d already begun to disappear into the background. Detectives faced a horrific crime scene with frustratingly few leads. A young pregnant woman had been sexually assaulted, stabbed 27 times, and someone had tried to burn the evidence, but there was no forced entry, no witnesses to another person being in the apartment, no clear suspect emerging from interviews with friends and family.
And then there was Chad Hines, 19 years old, the only other person in the apartment when Tina was murdered. the person who discovered her body, the person who called 911. His story seemed on the surface almost impossible to believe. He claimed he’d been asleep on the living room couch during the entire attack, that he’d slept through a violent sexual assault and murder happening just feet away, that he’d only woken up when smoke alarms started screaming because of the fires set throughout the apartment.
To investigators, this didn’t add up. How could someone sleep through 27 stab wounds being inflicted? Through a struggle, through the sounds of violence in the next room. The evidence, circumstantial as it was, began pointing toward Chad. He had opportunity. He had proximity. And there was no evidence of anyone else being there.
There’s no way I could have did it, Chad insisted to investigators, his voice breaking. I loved her too much. But in the absence of other suspects, the case against Chad Hines began to build. The prosecution would argue that the physical evidence, the lack of forced entry, and his presence in the apartment all pointed to one conclusion. Chad Hines had murdered his sister-in-law.
1996, 2 years after Tina’s death, Chad Hines stood trial. He was just 21 years old, facing firstdegree murder charges that could send him to prison for life. The prosecution’s case was built on circumstantial evidence. Opportunity, he was there. Proximity, he was in the next room.
And perhaps most damaging, the absence of any alternative suspect. No one else could have done this, they argued. No one else was there. The defense struggled against this web of circumstantial reasoning. They argued that the lack of evidence against Chad should count for something. That sleeping through the attack, while unusual, wasn’t impossible.
That the real killer could have entered and left without Chad knowing. But without a alternative suspect to point to, without physical evidence to exonerate their client, the defense was fighting an uphill battle. The jury deliberated and when they returned their verdict shattered what remained of the Hines family. Guilty first-degree murder.
Chad Hines was sentenced to life in prison. He maintained his innocence, insisting he would never hurt Tina, that he had loved her like a sister. But the system had spoken. The jury had decided, and at 21 years old, Chad Hines began what would be a life sentence for a crime he didn’t commit. Think about what this meant.
Jeremy Hines had already lost his wife and unborn child. Now, he’d lost his brother, too. The family was torn apart twice. First by Tina’s murder, then by Chad’s conviction. And somewhere out there, the real killer walked free. He went about his life while an innocent teenager sat in a prison cell. Year after year, Chad Hines woke up behind bars. He filed appeals.
He maintained his innocence to anyone who would listen, but doors kept closing. The legal system, once it renders a verdict, is extraordinarily difficult to overturn. Birthdays passed. Holidays came and went. Chad’s entire 20s were spent inside prison walls, watching life happen through bars and razor wire. Nearly 11 years went by this way.
11 years of an innocent man serving time for a crime that haunted him in ways the jury never understood because he’d been there, because he’d seen what happened to Tina. Because he’d been unable to stop it. But while Chad Hines sat in prison, something was changing in the world of criminal justice. DNA technology was evolving rapidly.
Techniques that didn’t exist in 1994 were now becoming standard practice. Cold cases were being reopened. Evidence was being retested. And crucially, evidence from Tina’s case had been preserved. Skin tissue found under her fingernails during the struggle. Hairs collected from her body.
A semen stain on her bed sheets. All of it had been carefully stored, waiting for technology to catch up. In the early 2000s, this evidence was finally tested using advanced DNA analysis that hadn’t been available during Chad’s trial. The results were explosive. The DNA profile was male, but it wasn’t Jeremy Hines, and it wasn’t Chad Hines. It was an unknown male.
Someone who had never been on investigators radar. Someone whose DNA wasn’t in the system. Someone who had committed this horrific crime and then vanished without leaving a name behind. December 2007. After serving nearly 14 years of a life sentence, Chad Hines walked out of prison. The case against him was dismissed.
The DNA evidence had exonerated him completely. He was 32 years old. Half of his 20s and all of his early 30s had been stolen. 14 years of his life spent behind bars for a crime he didn’t commit. But there was no celebration. No joy in this release because the truth was stark and terrifying.
Tina’s real killer was still out there somewhere. Living his life while Chad had lost 14 years of his own. Detectives now faced a horrible reality. They’d had the wrong man all along, and the DNA evidence proved it beyond any doubt. The question now was, who did that DNA belong to? And could they find him before the trail went completely cold? Chad Hines was free.
But Tina’s case was now a cold case with a DNA profile and no name attached to it. The unknown male’s DNA was uploaded to Kodus, the combined DNA index system, the national DNA database that law enforcement agencies used to match DNA evidence to known offenders. And then investigators waited. They ran the profile weekly, searching for a match, hoping that somewhere somehow this person’s DNA would appear in the system week after week, month after month, year after year. No match.
No match. no match. Investigators didn’t give up. They interviewed countless people connected to Tina, friends from Wisconsin, neighbors at the Heron Point Apartments, fellow military spouses, anyone who might have had contact with her. They collected DNA samples from anyone who could have possibly been involved, no matter how remotely.
Every single test came back negative. Who was this unknown man? Where was he? And how had he managed to commit such a brutal crime and leave absolutely no trail behind except his DNA? When State Attorney Melissa Nelson returned to office in 2017, she made Tina’s case a priority. The man whose DNA was found under Tina’s nails, on her body, and in her sheets had to be identified.
This case had already resulted in one wrongful conviction. They couldn’t let the real perpetrator escape justice, but the DNA profile remained stubbornly anonymous. Whoever he was, he either had never been arrested and entered into COTUS, or he’d somehow avoided detection for more than two decades.
And then in 2018, everything changed. The Golden State Killer, one of California’s most notorious serial predators, was finally caught after evading capture for over 40 years. But he wasn’t caught through traditional detective work. He was caught through a revolutionary new technique, forensic genetic genealogy. Investigators had taken the killer’s DNA and uploaded it to public genealogy databases, the kind people used to find distant relatives and trace their ancestry.
By building out family trees and tracing lineages, they’d narrowed down potential suspects until they found their man. The technique sent shock waves through law enforcement. Suddenly, cold cases that seemed impossible to solve had a new pathway forward. Florida investigators saw a possibility. Could this technique work for Tina’s case? 2021.
On the recommendation of the Florida Department of Law Enforcement, the remaining DNA evidence from Tina’s murder was sent to Aram Labs in Texas, a specialized laboratory that had become renowned for extracting DNA profiles from minute samples that other labs couldn’t process. This was a race against time.
The evidence was nearly three decades old. DNA degrades. Would there be enough genetic material left to build a usable profile? Aram Labs went to work and against the odds they successfully developed a comprehensive DNA profile from the degraded evidence. Now came the painstaking part. Forensic genetic genealogologists began building family trees.
They uploaded the DNA profile to genealogical databases and started tracing lineages backward through generations, looking for connections, finding distant relatives, building branches of family trees and following them forward through time. It was meticulous work, weeks of research, dead ends, and promising leads, tracing marriages, births, relocations, following surnames through census records and public documents.
And then finally, they identified a likely match. The name was given to Jacksonville detectives and forensic experts who immediately began the process of confirmation. They needed to be absolutely certain. They collected reference DNA samples from potential relatives. They compared the profiles and when the confirmation came back, it sent shock waves through the entire investigation.
The name was Michael Shane Ziegler, 52 years old, a Navy veteran who had been stationed at Naval Station Mayport in 1994 aboard the USS Lady Gulf, the same ship as Jeremy Hines. But as investigators dug deeper into Ziggler’s connection to the victim, they discovered something that made this case even more chilling, even more unthinkable.
Michael Ziggler wasn’t just a fellow sailor who happened to serve on the same ship as Tina’s husband. He wasn’t some distant acquaintance or passing colleague. He was Jeremy’s very close friend. Someone Jeremy trusted. Someone who had been welcomed into their home. Someone who knew their lives intimately. And here’s the detail that makes your blood run cold.
Michael Shane Ziegler had stood as a witness at Tina and Jeremy’s courthouse wedding in November 1993, 5 months before he murdered her. Let that sink in. The man who smiled in their wedding photos, who shook Jeremy’s hand and congratulated the bride, who celebrated their union, that same man sexually assaulted and stabbed Tina Hines 27 times while she slept in her bed.
Ziegler had been inside their apartment. He knew their routines. He knew their schedules. He knew exactly when Jeremy would be on overnight duty at the naval station. He knew when Tina would be alone, vulnerable with only Chad sleeping in the living room. This wasn’t a stranger. This wasn’t some random attack.
This was a betrayal of the deepest kind. >> I was totally surprised. She was a quiet person. She loved life and we were we were both happy. Well, I thought my brother did it until the Innocence Project got him out. >> Jeremy says he and Ziegler stopped talking soon after Tina’s death, but he says he never imagined his own friend could be behind it.
>> For 31 years, Michael Ziegler had lived a quiet life. He’d retired from the merchant Marines. He’d settled in Georgia, living with his elderly mother. He’d walked among society as if he’d never committed an unspeakable act of violence. As if he’d never destroyed two families, as if he’d never let an innocent teenager go to prison for 14 years while he remained free.
While Chad Hines lost 14 years of his life behind bars, Ziegler lived his. While Jeremy Hines struggled with unimaginable grief, burying his wife and unborn child, Ziegler carried on. While Tina’s parents in Wisconsin waited desperately for answers, wondering who could have done this to their daughter, Ziegler remained silent.
He’d hidden in plain sight all this time. But as state attorney, Melissa Nelson, would later say, for three decades, Ziegler remained under the radar, but his biological footprint endured. And with persistence and advancements in science, we finally caught up to him and caught him. DNA doesn’t lie, and it doesn’t forget. After 31 years, the wedding witness was finally going to face justice for what he’d done.
August 28th, 2025. 31 years after Tina Hines was murdered, a Duval County grand jury convened to hear the evidence against Michael Shane Ziegler. Prosecutors presented the DNA match, irrefutable scientific evidence linking Ziggler to the crime scene, to Tina’s body, to the sexual assault. They presented the timeline showing Ziggler’s access and opportunity.
They presented the connection. This wasn’t a stranger, but someone who knew exactly when Tina would be vulnerable. The grand jury deliberated, and then they handed down their indictment. firstderee murder and sexual battery. An arrest warrant was issued for Michael Shane Ziegler. September 4th, 2025. Ziggler, now 52 years old, was living with his elderly mother in Covington, Georgia, over 300 m from the scene of his crime, living quietly, perhaps thinking he’d gotten away with it forever. But a multi- agency operation
was already in motion. The US Marshall’s Regional Fugitive Task Force coordinated with Georgia State Patrol, the Newton County Sheriff’s Office, and the Clayton County Sheriff’s Office. A traffic stop was executed near Ziegler’s home. And just like that, after three decades of freedom, Michael Shane Ziggler was taken into custody without incident, without resistance, he waved his right to an extradition hearing.
Perhaps he knew there was nowhere left to run. Perhaps he knew the evidence was insurmountable. September 18th, 2025, Ziegler was transported back to Jacksonville, back to the city where he’d destroyed so many lives. He was booked into the Duval County Jail and held without bond. October 14th, 2025. Standing before a judge, Michael Shane Ziegler entered his plea. Not guilty.
As of this recording, he awaits trial for crimes committed 31 years ago. The legal process will now unfold as it should have in 1994 with the actual perpetrator facing justice. But let’s not forget the devastation left in the wake of this crime. Jeremy Hines lost his wife, his unborn child, and years of relationship with his brother while Chad sat wrongfully imprisoned.
The future he’d imagined, growing old with Tina raising their children together, was stolen in a single night of unthinkable violence. Chad Hines lost 14 years of his life to wrongful imprisonment. 14 years behind bars for a crime he didn’t commit. 14 years of trauma of insisting on his innocence while the world had already decided his guilt.
Tina’s parents in Wisconsin never stopped seeking answers. They buried their daughter and their grandchild. They established a scholarship in her name, and they waited for three decades for the truth to finally emerge. A military community that prided itself on brotherhood and trust was shattered by betrayal from within.
The man who smiled at Jeremy and Tina’s wedding, who was welcomed into their home, who knew their lives intimately. That man became the monster who destroyed them. While evil tried to erase Tina Hines from this world, those who loved her refused to let her be forgotten. The Tina Liverach Memorial Scholarship was established by Tina’s family in Wisconsin.
It helps lowincome students attend the Catholic school Tina once attended. the same school where she learned the values of faith, kindness, and compassion. Her name lives on through education, through hope, through opportunity. As the Jacksonville Sheriff’s Office said, while Ziegler cut Tina’s life short, her legacy lives on.
Tina Hines was 20 years old. She was 15 weeks pregnant. She trusted the wrong person, and it cost her everything. For 31 years, her killer walked free while an innocent man paid the price. This case reminds us that evil doesn’t always announce itself. Sometimes it wears a familiar face. Sometimes it stands beside us at our weddings.
Sometimes it smiles while hiding unspeakable darkness. But this case also reminds us that science, persistence, and dedicated investigators never stop fighting for the truth. DNA doesn’t lie. DNA doesn’t forget. And eventually, justice finds its way home. Tina Hines mattered. Her baby mattered. And now, finally, the man accused of taking them from this world will face the consequences.
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