Trudy Appleby Missing since August 21st, 1996

August 21st, 1996 a young girl named Trudy Appleby went missing from her home in Moline, IL.  She was last seen leaving her driveway in a grey/silver car with a male driver in his early 20’s with dark curly hair and a ball cap.  She was 11 years old.  She has never been seen or heard from since.  Trudy Appleby was my neighbor girl.  She was like one of my own kids. We lived in a good neighborhood, a safe neighborhood.

Trudy Appleby’s mother never gave up looking for her daughter.  She always held out hope that soon we would find her.  But, Trudy’s mother was worried that people would forget about her if this drug on a long time.  I promised Trudy’s mother that I would do my best to not let folks forget about her if it came to that.

Well, the days turned into weeks, the weeks into months and the months into years and the years into decades.  Trudy’s mother died in 2014 in a tragic accident never knowing what happened to her only child.

There have been leads and rumors abound since that fateful day in 1996, when a little girl seemingly disappeared off the face of the earth.  Recently, in August of this year, shortly before the 21st anniversary of her disappearance, a suspect was publicly named by the Moline Police Department.  The suspect is William “Ed” Smith, now deceased, formerly of East Moline, (Campbell’s Island)   A witness came forward to place Trudy with the suspect on the day she disappeared.

In October of this year, a search was made on Campbell’s Island after cadaver dogs detected the scent of human remains.  This was after another tip to the police.  While no human remains were found, some items were excavated and sent for processing.  Nothing has been made public about the findings at this time.

Trudy left her home with someone she knew, and met a terrible fate, never to return home.

Someone out there knows what happened to this little girl, and someone out there still knows where she is.  It is highly likely that she is no longer alive, and was buried somewhere by the perpetrators.  Someone knows what happened to her and someone knows where she is.  Her family, friends and everyone who has so diligently worked on this case for the last 21 years need to know where she can be found so we can lay her to rest.

Someone once commented that they were tired of hearing me talk about Trudy….she stated “This isn’t about YOU.”  No, it isn’t….it never has been.  It is about an 11 year old girl who never got a chance to be a little girl, or grow into an adult.  It is about a mother who died never knowing what happened to her only child. It is about a family and friends who have spent the last 21 years not knowing where she is, not knowing what happened to her.  It is about justice for Trudy Appleby.  It is about not letting anyone forget about her, and I will not stop talking about her until she is found.  Justice for Trudy! trudy flyer

 

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My Criminal Minds Bad Guy in the Yard dream

This dream starts off in a beautiful house, with a lovely front porch, big kitchen, living room, fireplace….you name it, it’s got it.  I am there with my family, and my bodyguard/boyfriend (or are we married?) Detective Hotch from Criminal Minds BAU unit.  Oh, and kids…there’s lots of kids in the house.

Suddenly, a news report comes on my lovely flat screen tv built into the wall of my kitchen.  There is an APB out for a man who kidnapped and killed an older couple and stole their camper.  He is suspected of being in our area and is armed and dangerous.

2 of the kids had just left to run across the block to go to a neighbors, so naturally when we saw this, I decided I needed to go get them.  On the way, I hear a muffled voice crying, and look to my right, and the suspect has one of the girls on the grass, his hand over her mouth.  He’s telling her to be quiet and he does not like to hurt children.  I yell to him “Hey, asshole!  You want someone?  Come and get me!”  So, he does, and he’s got a knife.  Well, it’s actually more like a sickle, since it’s a curved blade.  With it held to my head, and his arm firmly around my neck and shoulder area, we move to my porch and the front door.

He yells for Hotch….”Hotch…I got your wife!  You come to the front door, or I will cut her face up!”  Hotch tries talking through the intercom system first, but to no avail.  Finally he comes to the door, and ends up trying to take a shot, but the bullet would not penetrate the glass on the door.  (Damn bullet proof glass!)  We continue to stand outside the door, the sickle to my head.  Whatever he wants, he won’t let me go until he gets it.

I remember him telling the girl he doesn’t like to hurt children, so I use that to my advantage.  “You cannot hurt me, or kill me.”  I said.  “I have all these children to take care of.  There are 10 of them in there depending on me, the youngest of which is 1 year old.  If you hurt me, you will be hurting them.  Do you really want to hurt those 10 children?”  I kept driving that into his head.  Finally he said he would let me go, if he could get some food…he wanted supplies of what he called mood food.  He needed to feed his mood, and he needed to get out of there, so he wanted to be completely ignored, so he could go off in the camper and find more old people to kidnap and kill.

Just as I was prepared to enter the house, I hear a thud behind me.  He had been shot with a slingshot that another kid had, and  felled by a big rock to his back.  He was then hauled away by the BAU.

Inside, I got a card from Hotch, with 2 tickets to the mountains.  I saved a bunch of people that day, and I take care of all these kids so we were going away for a weekend.

Oh, life is good when you are married to Detective Hotchner.

Yes, I had cheese before I went to bed last night.