Janiah, if you’re listening to daddy, I miss you so much, honey. And I’m waiting for you. I’m not going to give up. And you don’t give up either, honey.
“I can’t give you justice. This jury has given you what we as humans the best we as humans can do to give you justice. Justice would be if I could reverse all of this and I can’t.”
I did the best I could with my children. I never said I was a perfect mother, but I was a good mother. I I did my I did what I had to to provide for them. I did what I had to to make sure they was all right cuz I didn’t have any help.
“Don’t give up on me and don’t give up on she right there with you.”
Shenia Nicole Davis was born on June 14th, 2004 in Fayetteville, North Carolina, bringing boundless happiness to her parents Bradley Lockheart and Antwanette Davis.
From her earliest years, she was described as a cheerful, lovable little girl who always knew how to make everyone around her smile. In their modest home, Shenia was like a little helper, always energetic and eager to lend a hand. She adored colorful dress-up games, loved Barbie dolls, but also enjoyed rushing outside, laughing as she rode her scooter around the yard.
Bright pink and yellow were her favorite colors, the world she cherished the most. In preschool age, Shenia was a student at Morganton Road Elementary School, where she began the very first steps of her learning journey, carrying the innocent excitement of a child who believed that life was a vibrant adventure. For many years, Bradley Lockheart cared for Shenia with the devoted support of his sister, Carrie Lockheart Davis.
Their home was not wealthy, but it was filled with love and attention for the little girl. By 2009, Bradley believed it was time for Shenia to be with her mother, as he thought Antwanette Davis had overcome financial struggles and was ready to be a mom again. He recalled, “She asked if she could be a mother, and I felt sincerity in those words. I thought I should give her a chance.”
However, not everyone in the family agreed. Carrie, who had been close to Shenia and helped raise her since infancy, never truly trusted Antwanette. In Carrie’s eyes, Antwanette had once neglected her role as a mother, and that doubt made her deeply anxious when the little girl left the safety of their family’s care to live with her biological mother.
In September 2009, at just 5 years old, Shenia Davis left her father’s care to move in with her biological mother, Antwanette Davis, along with her 7-year-old brother, Carl. The small family lived in a mobile home at the Sleepy Hollow Park, an area known for its rows of makeshift houses and cramped living conditions.
The home was rented under the name of Brenda Davis, Antwanette’s sister. Inside, the already limited space was divided into two. Brenda, her boyfriend Jerroy Smith, and their children stayed in the back, while Antwanette and her two kids lived in the front. Life was never easy, and it became even more complicated with the presence of Mario Andrette McNeel, known by the nickname Mono.
Mono had previously been in a relationship with Brenda and frequently visited the home, making him a familiar face to Shenia and other family members. But that familiarity would later become a dark piece of the tragedy. It was Mario Andrette McNeel, also called Mono, who gave Brenda money for the deposit to rent the mobile home in Sleepy Hollow Park.
During the time they were still involved, Mono often showed up at the place, making his presence well known to both Antwanette and the two children. More disturbingly, Mono knew how to get inside the home even when the door was locked—a detail that would later send chills down many spines. By the time the tragedy unfolded, Mono was no longer with Brenda.
He was living with another woman, April Autry, the mother of his 18-month-old daughter. They rented a house on Washington Drive in Fayetteville, just about a 7-minute drive south of Sleepy Hollow Park. That was close enough for him to appear at Shenia’s home at any time. Although he was living with April Autry and their young daughter, Mono continued to pursue affairs.
On the night of November 9th, 2009, stretching into the early morning hours, he threw himself a bachelor party using substances and drinking alcohol. And in that state of excitement, [music] he began texting every woman in his contacts. First, Mono tried to reach Brenda Davis, but her phone was off.
Undeterred, he quickly turned to another woman from the same Sleepy Hollow area, Tyissa McLaurin, who agreed to exchange texts and invited him over. At around 2:52 a.m., Mono showed up at her door, but Tyissa had fallen [music] asleep and never came to let him in. What seemed like a trivial detail would later become an important link in retracing [music] Shenia’s final hours.
At 3:06 a.m., Mono sent Tyissa a good night message, and just one minute later, he once again tried to contact Brenda [music] Davis. Meanwhile, the mobile home at Sleepy Hollow remained quiet. At about 5:30 a.m., Brenda suddenly woke up, thinking she had heard the door open. She whispered to her boyfriend, Jerroy Smith, but neither of them got up to check.
Believing it was just a half-asleep illusion, they went [music] back to sleep. Only half an hour later, that sleep was [music] broken. Antwanette Davis suddenly entered the room in shock, frantically asking if [music] anyone had seen Shenia. The answer was no. Panicked, [music] Antwanette rushed outside, knocking on doors throughout the park in search of her daughter.
That moment marked the beginning of a tragedy no one in the family could have foreseen. While Antwanette was still running around the park knocking on doors in search of her daughter, Carl told Brenda and Jerroy that Mono had shown up at the house the night before. When Jerroy asked again to be sure, the boy confirmed yes. From that clue, Brenda texted and called Mono, but got no response.
Jerroy then tried calling April Autry, the woman living with Mono, and she said he had not been with her that night. A few minutes later, Antwanette returned exhausted and anxious, saying she had knocked on almost every door in Sleepy Hollow, but no one had seen Shenia. The atmosphere inside the mobile home grew heavy.
The scattered accounts began to form a frightening suspicion: Mono might have come there while everyone was asleep. As the worry deepened, Brenda urged Antwanette to call the police immediately. But instead of doing so, Antwanette hesitated, stalling as if she wanted to handle it on her own. Unable to stay calm, Brenda and Jerroy stepped outside to check around the porch.
On the steps and along the railing, they found smeared waste, something that had not been there the night before. Even stranger on the surface were yellowish streaks resembling scribbled writing, creating an image that was both puzzling and chilling. This unusual detail would later become one of the first clues hinting at the eerie nature of the disappearance the family was about to face.
Shortly after 6:00 a.m. that morning, Mono’s movements were clearly captured on surveillance cameras. He drove to the Comfort Suites Hotel in Sanford, nearly an hour north of Fayetteville. Walking into the lobby alone, Mono presented valid identification and quickly checked into room 2011 under his real name, the hotel’s security cameras, recording continuously, preserved the entire moment.
While speaking with front desk clerk Jacqueline Lee, Mono appeared surprisingly confident and calm. He explained that he was traveling with his young daughter to take her to Virginia to see her mother. The explanation seemed reasonable, but later this detail would become a crucial link, exposing part of the heartbreaking truth about Shenia Davis’s fate.
The hotel’s surveillance footage revealed a chilling image. After completing check-in at around 7:16 a.m., Mono walked to the back parking lot, sat in his car for a few minutes, then returned carrying a small girl in his arms, her remains almost entirely covered by a green blanket. His movements appeared hurried, yet his eyes deliberately avoided the camera as if trying to conceal something.
At the front desk, Jacqueline Lee observed the scene on the monitor. She not only remembered his figure, but also noticed the distinctive texture of the little girl’s hair, a detail that seemed minor, but imprinted deeply in her memory. And that memory, just a few hours later, [music] became haunting when the Amber Alert for Shenia Davis was broadcast, making Jacqueline immediately realize the child in the video and the missing girl were one and the same.
Beyond the surveillance footage, a living witness also saw the scene with his own eyes. Seth Chambers, a hotel guest on a business trip, stated that at 6:24 a.m. he walked past the hallway near room 2011 and saw Mono carrying a small girl in his arms. The encounter lasted only a few seconds, but it was etched into his memory once he later heard about the disappearance.
Not long after, the front desk shift changed. Regina Beccani took over from Jacqueline Lee. As the two spoke, Jacqueline pointed out the man who had just checked into room 2011, emphasizing his appearance with a child. The surveillance cameras continued recording actions that on the surface looked ordinary.
At around 6:36 a.m., Mono walked alone into the breakfast area, grabbed a banana, some juice, and a muffin. Then, he casually returned down the hallway, carrying the food and drinks back to his room. To anyone glancing by, everything seemed harmless. But later, each of those details became evidence piecing together the path of an irreversible tragedy.
Back at Sleepy Hollow, Antwanette called the police at 6:52 a.m. at Brenda’s urging.
“Okay, ma’am. How can I help you?”
“I woke up this morning and my daughter was not in the house. I don’t know if she walked out or I don’t know what’s going on, but she’s not here.”
“How old is your daughter?”
“She’s five.”
“Five. And your door was not unlocked. That’s what you’re telling me?”
“No, it was not unlocked. But I’m telling you, she knows how to unlock it. I’m hoping that she didn’t unlock it and walked out.”
About 10 minutes after Antwanette’s call, the first Fayetteville Police patrol cars arrived at the Sleepy Hollow Park. They immediately expanded the search area, brought in K9 units to sweep every corner around the mobile home, and began interviewing those involved.
While surveying the scene, Officer Elizabeth Culver noticed something unusual. Unusual stains were found across both railings at the front of the home. The surface spread thin, as if something had just been poured over it. As Culver approached, she saw Antwanette Davis holding a cooking pot with water still dripping down from the railing.
That image suggested an undeniable truth. Someone had attempted to wash away critical evidence right in front of law enforcement, and it was the first signal that [music] led investigators to begin suspecting the mother in this case. As they searched the area, officers checked the [music] trash can at house number 119.
Inside, they unexpectedly found a thick child’s blanket. When asked, Antwanette Davis immediately identified it as hers. Jerroy Smith, Brenda’s boyfriend, [music] also confirmed that this blanket had recently been spread out in the living room of the mobile home. The blanket was anything but ordinary.
It carried traces of waste which only deepened the heavy atmosphere. Without delay, Jennifer Slusher, a forensic [music] technician with the Fayetteville Police Department, carefully collected and sealed the blanket to be taken to the lab. Few could have predicted [music] that this seemingly small item would become a key piece of evidence, helping to unravel layer by layer the mystery surrounding the disappearance of little Shenia Davis.
At the scene, officer Elizabeth Culver tried to gather information from those present, [music] Antwanette, Brenda, Jerroy, and young Carl, but the tense atmosphere made the conversation fragmented. Carl seemed distracted, his eyes always turning to his aunt before answering. At first, he only said he remembered Shenia climbing into bed, but did not know when she left.
Only later did Carl admit an important detail: he had seen Mono inside the house that morning. Meanwhile, Antwanette and Brenda kept looking down at their phones, texting, almost ignoring the officer’s questions. This behavior made it difficult for Culver, and eventually her superiors agreed to bring the entire group to the station for formal interviews.
At the same time, Culver and her partner Daniel Suggs went to the park management office to retrieve surveillance footage, hoping to find images of a wandering child around the homes or unusual traces of vehicles coming and going. At around 7:34 a.m., the security camera at the Comfort Suites in [music] Sanford, North Carolina, captured Mono leaving room 2011, stepping into the elevator with a child in his arms.
Just a minute later, another camera showed him exiting through the hotel’s side door, walking along the sidewalk, still holding the small girl wrapped tightly in a blanket. At that moment, Matthew Argyle, a maintenance worker, appeared in the frame. He was cleaning up cigarette butts and trash around the area.
Matthew saw Mono carrying a little girl over his shoulder, her remains motionless, and assumed the child was asleep. Feeling something slightly unusual, he politely greeted, “Hello.” Mono gave him a fleeting glance, but did not respond. That small gesture would later weigh heavily on Matthew. His instincts told him something was wrong. Mono briefly met Matthew’s eyes, then quickly looked away.
Refusing to answer, he walked briskly toward the parking lot, his movements firm and cold. That silence alone made Matthew feel uneasy. [music] From a distance, he watched quietly. Mono opened the back door, gently placed the little girl in the right passenger seat. She looked tiny, almost swallowed by the seat. Moments later, he got into the driver’s seat, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it, the smoke drifting slowly in the morning air.
Matthew pretended to continue his chores, picking up trash, gathering cigarette butts, but his eyes followed every move. His instincts told him that what he was witnessing was not normal, that a heavy secret was hidden behind that quiet facade. After placing the child in the car, Mono did not leave right away. He drove the Mitsubishi to the pavilion near the main entrance and then went back into the hotel lobby.
At the front desk, he approached Regina Beccani and gave an excuse, “I have to get back on the road to take my daughter to Virginia to see her mother.” He asked about the deposit, trying to appear like a hurried but legitimate guest. The surveillance camera recorded Regina handing over the receipt and cash to Mono for him to sign.
At the same time, a housekeeper brought to the desk one or two clear plastic bags left behind in room 2011 with white residue inside that she believed was an illegal substance. That small trace added to the suspicious picture of Mono’s behavior. Meanwhile, Matthew Argyle continued watching quietly. He saw Mono leave the hotel, drive off, and turn left onto the main road.
His instincts urged him to believe something was wrong, but he did not report it immediately. Only the next day, when the Amber Alert broadcast Shenia’s photo, did Matthew realize the harsh truth that he had witnessed a critical moment. At exactly 7:40 a.m., the hotel’s security camera recorded Mono walking out of the main entrance, quickly getting into the Mitsubishi and starting the engine.
The car pulled out of the lot, turned left, and headed toward Highway 87, a road stretching through sparse forests and quiet small towns. Just minutes later, phone records revealed an important detail. At 7:49, Mono sent a short text, “Hey,” to Brenda. Ironically, at that very moment, Brenda was at the police station giving her statement.
She had sent Mono the same message at 6:53 after hearing from her nephew Carl that he had seen him at the mobile home the night before. At 8:22, cell tower data placed Mono electronically near the intersection of Highway 87, Highway 24, and Highway 27, the rural Johnsonville and Barbecue area, where only a few small shops stood among scattered woods and lonely roads, isolated enough to hide any secret.
From 8:33 to 9:48 a.m., a flurry of texts went back and forth between Brenda and Mono. Brenda pressed directly, asking why he had been around the mobile home. Mono flatly denied it, dodging responsibility. The exchange ended in frustration when Brenda told him to stop texting. In return, Mono deflected, asking instead, “Why did your boyfriend text the mother of my child?” Yet, while sitting at the police station, Brenda did not disclose these messages.
She feared that presenting them too early would only seem like speculation. For the same reason, Brenda also withheld another crucial fact that Carl had seen Mono inside the mobile home on the morning Shenia disappeared. Those silences would later prove to be key pieces showing that the situation had been far more complicated and tangled from the very beginning.
By 3:00 p.m., Regina Beccani’s shift at the Comfort Suites in Sanford, North Carolina, ended. The next morning, at exactly 7:00, she returned to the front desk to switch shifts with her colleague Jacqueline Lee. While checking the system, the two suddenly saw the Amber Alert flash across the computer screen.
The photo that appeared left Jacqueline frozen. It was the very same little girl she had seen in the arms of the suspicious man the day before. Without hesitation, Jacqueline immediately called the Amber Alert hotline. Shortly after, forensic technician Jennifer Slusher was dispatched to process room 2011. Hotel management staff reported that the bedding had not yet been changed, but the trash had been emptied and a towel had been taken away before anyone realized what was happening.
Even so, the two remaining blankets in the room were collected by Jennifer as evidence. That moment turned scattered suspicion into undeniable truth. Little Shenia had indeed been in the hotel with Mono. Fayetteville Police Captain Charles Kimple was assigned to oversee all logistics, coordinating manpower and resources to find Shenia.
The hotel footage from the Comfort Suites in Sanford, North Carolina, led police to believe the little girl was still alive and with Mario Andrette McNeel, known as Mono. It was a fragile but crucial hope that drove everyone to act urgently. From this lead, police quickly obtained Mono’s phone number from his mother and passed it to FBI special agent Frank Brostrom.
As soon as he received the information, Brostrom began analyzing mobile data, tracking each signal to determine the suspect’s movements. He testified that the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children had immediately sent an alert to the FBI. By procedure, whenever a missing child report is filed, federal agents immediately reach out and coordinate with local police to accelerate the search.
Brostrom contacted Sergeant Chris Corson of the Fayetteville Police Department, and within hours, he was invited to assist at the scene. On the afternoon of November 10th, Brostrom arrived at the Sleepy Hollow mobile home park, officially marking the FBI’s involvement in the race against time to save Shenia. Mono’s phone data was quickly handed over to special agent Michael Sutton, a member of the FBI’s cellular signal analysis team.
Within just a few hours, Sutton sifted through extensive technical information and mapped out preliminary routes of the suspect’s movements. The signal points on the electronic screen led to a suspicious area along Highway 87 intersecting with Highway 27. Following the FBI’s recommendation, Fayetteville police immediately launched a search for Shenia along the stretch from Spring Lake to Sanford.
The search was no longer a solitary effort. Dozens of law enforcement units and local volunteers joined in, creating a large-scale operation. Residents brought canines, flashlights, and the shared hope that the 5-year-old girl was still out there waiting to be found. As the search expanded, police also recorded another crucial detail.
Brenda Davis and her boyfriend, Jerroy Smith, finally admitted that Carl, the 7-year-old boy, had seen Mono at the mobile home on the very night Shenia disappeared. This statement fit into the broader picture, like a missing puzzle piece, reinforcing the belief that Mono was the last person to be with Shenia.
During those tense days, Brenda saw Mono trying to approach Antwanette at their aunt’s house. But instead of engaging, Antwanette coldly brushed him off, “I have nothing to say to you. I just want to know where my little girl is.” The answer sent chills through Brenda. Mono simply replied, “All right,” then jumped into his car and sped away. That moment planted a new suspicion in Brenda’s mind. Was Antwanette hiding something?
Conflict erupted. The two sisters argued fiercely and from then on they nearly cut off contact. By the evening of November 12th, Brenda decided to break the silence. She met with detectives once again, this time not only talking about her text exchanges with Mono, but also handing over her phone so they could capture the full content.
This became a critical turning point, giving police more evidence to strengthen the theory that Mono was the central link in Shenia’s mysterious disappearance. On November 12th, police finally tracked down Mono. He did not resist when asked to come to the station and agreed to sit down for a conversation. At the same time, investigators located the familiar Mitsubishi Galant, discreetly backed into a spot at the Mount Sinai apartment complex, far from where he was living on Washington Drive.
When they opened the trunk, police quickly noted unusual signs. They immediately towed the vehicle to headquarters for forensic processing. Every detail was examined closely, from soil samples clinging to the wheel wells to the coverings of the gas and brake pedals. All of it could hold invisible but decisive traces.
That night at about 9:30, Mono walked into the interview room. Even though two days had passed since Shenia vanished, officers still held on to the hope that the 5-year-old girl was alive somewhere and that Mono’s words could open the final door to bringing her home safely. During the first interrogation, police used a soft approach.
Mono was not handcuffed, nor was he told he was under arrest. They even emphasized that the interview room door was not locked and that he could leave at any time. On the table, Mono’s phone was within reach and he kept using it to send text messages during breaks. The strategy was meant to lower his guard, but his answers only raised more suspicion.
He admitted being in the Sleepy Hollow area just after midnight on November 10th, driving his black Mitsubishi around the mobile home park. However, he firmly denied entering Brenda’s house, denied seeing Shenia, and even claimed he did not know who the little girl was. He went further, insisting there was no child in his car, and that he had never left the city limits, let alone gone to a hotel in Sanford.
To police, these denials made one thing clearer: Mono was hiding the truth, and that truth was directly tied to Shenia’s mysterious disappearance. Police did not take long to play their decisive card. In front of Mono was a still image pulled from the hotel’s surveillance camera. At first, he coldly shook his head, insisting it was not him.
But when investigators laid more information on the table—the room registration under the name Mario Andrette McNeel along with matching identification and home address—the defensive wall began to crack. Mono awkwardly offered an excuse: maybe he had lost his ID. The flimsy explanation could not hide reality.
In the end, Mono had to admit, yes, he had been at the Comfort Suites Hotel in Sanford, North Carolina. And more importantly, he had been [music] there with Shenia. About 54 minutes into the interrogation, Mono shifted his story. He constructed a new scenario that he had received a text message supposedly from Brenda’s phone asking him to come to Sleepy Hollow to pick up Shenia who was standing on the porch to police.
This was not only a changing statement but also a clear sign that Mono was flustered and the truth was starting to surface. In his next account, Mono gave a story that left investigators both surprised and doubtful. He admitted he picked up Shenia from the porch at Sleepy Hollow and took her straight to the hotel. In that small room, according to him, he used a prohibited substance while Shenia, a 5-year-old child, was right there.
But the strange details did not stop there. Mono went on to say that while at the hotel, he received a call or a message from some unidentified individuals. These mysterious figures, according to Mono, instructed him to take Shenia to a dry cleaner at the corner of Country Club Drive and Ramsey Street.
And he claimed he followed their instructions, handing the little girl over to them, people driving a gray Nissan Maxima. According to court testimony, special agent Frank Brostrom stated that the atmosphere in the interrogation room suddenly shifted when Mono let slip an unbelievable remark. He said he was waiting for a call to come and hurt someone, the little girl.
Investigators immediately pressed him on this detail, trying to get more, but Mono shut his mouth tight, refusing to say another word. Meanwhile, the phone data revealed a completely different truth. The text messages between Mono and Brenda only revolved around personal arguments with no sign of anyone instructing him to pick up Shenia from the porch as he had claimed.
More importantly, there were no calls or messages from any mysterious strangers that Mono had used as an excuse. All the technical evidence pointed to one thing: Mono had fabricated the story of unknown individuals to deflect suspicion, but the data exposed the lie. By the end of the interrogation, police formally arrested Mono for the kidnapping of Shenia.
But the chilling revelation came when they reviewed the interrogation room footage. During breaks, when no one was watching, Mono displayed bizarre behavior. The camera captured him quietly making the sign of the cross as if asking for forgiveness. Then, in a sudden and concerning act, Mono appeared to attempt something dangerous involving an electrical outlet.
His actions reflected a disturbed and desperate state of mind as the investigation closed in on him. These actions not only revealed the suspect’s disturbed and desperate state of mind, but also reflected the immense pressure of an investigation where every piece of evidence was closing in, leaving Mono with no escape. While every lead pointed to Mono, police began to notice something else unusual.
[music] Antwanette Davis’s story did not align with the timeline of events. When asked to cooperate, she was evasive and even refused to answer many critical questions. At first, Antwanette pointed to her boyfriend, Clarence Coe, accusing him of kidnapping Shenia, but the investigation quickly proved the opposite. Coe was completely innocent.
Surveillance footage from the Comfort Suites exposed the truth that it was Mono who appeared with Shenia, forcing police to dismiss the original theory. And then, in the suffocating interrogation room, the mother finally let slip a confession. What she said left even [music] seasoned investigators stunned.
A horrifying secret beyond imagination [music] was revealed. In her statement, Antwanette [music] finally admitted the truth. She said, “I gave her to him to pay back $200. He was only supposed to meet her briefly.” According to her testimony, Mono had previously loaned Antwanette $200 to buy food and rent a hotel room when she and [music] her children were in desperate need.
There were rumors that the debt was tied to illegal [music] substances, but the investigation confirmed that was not the case. The unbearable truth was that instead of seeking another solution, Antwanette [music] chose to hand over her own 5-year-old daughter in exchange for that money. Her guilt was even heavier because at the time she was pregnant.
This was not just a confession, but evidence exposing the most devastating betrayal: a mother who failed to protect and instead delivered her child into tragedy. Antwanette was quickly arrested and faced charges of human trafficking, then released after posting a $51,000 bond. Meanwhile, a large-scale search for Shenia continued along Highway 87 with hundreds of law enforcement officers and volunteers participating.
On November 13th, Fayetteville police investigator Charles Kimple met with district attorney Ed Grannis to discuss several cases, including Shenia’s. During the meeting, Grannis pulled Kimple aside and said that attorney Alan Rogers might hold important information related to the case and would be reaching out soon.
Notably, Rogers had appeared alongside Mono at the suspect’s first court appearance after being arrested for kidnapping. This made Kimple realize that Rogers was serving as Mono’s defense attorney, opening a new path for the investigation. The next day, investigator [music] Charles Kimple unexpectedly received a call from another attorney, Coy Brewer.
In a brief conversation, Brewer said that the clue Kimple was looking for lay in the green portable toilets along Highway 87. Since [music] District Attorney Ed Grannis had already said Alan Rogers would reach out with information, Kimple assumed Rogers and Brewer might be working together in the case.
Based on this lead, [music] search teams immediately began checking numerous portable toilets along the highway. The problem was there were too many identical units scattered across Highway 87, making it nearly impossible to pinpoint a specific target. Kimple quickly reported back to DA Grannis that Brewer’s information was too vague, not sufficient to lead to a real breakthrough.
He advised Grannis that the only way forward was to speak directly with Alan Rogers to clarify the source of the tip. On November [music] 15th, investigator Charles Kimple called attorney Alan Rogers, saying that the information he had received from Coy Brewer was still vague and not specific enough to guide the [music] search. Rogers replied that he was out of town on business and would speak with his client once he returned to Fayetteville.
Later, Rogers called back suggesting police search in the area where people usually [music] take down deer along Highway 87 between Spring Lake and Sanford. In a following call, Rogers said, “Let me talk to my guy.” Shortly after, he returned to the line, stating they [music] needed to check the area where hunters believed they had taken down a deer after shooting it.
For Kimple, the directions were roundabout, but they were beginning to take shape as a real lead. Kimple called Alan Rogers once more, hoping for more detail to narrow the search, but the answer he received was brief, “That’s all my guy remembers.” Spazzo. Later in court, Rogers would argue that he never used the phrase “my guy” to refer to Mono.
That day, the search for Shenia brought no results. But the next morning, the effort resumed on a larger scale. A company in Sanford that trained canines for officers from the Virgin Islands volunteered to help. At around 1:00 p.m., while sweeping the area along Highway 87 near the Walker Road intersection, one officer and his trained dog made
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