Amanda Tusing was a 20-year-old woman living with her parents in Dell, Arkansas. She was small, had dark hair, and her family and friends lovingly called her “Mandy.” People described her as full of energy, with a strong spirit and a bright future.
On the night of June 14, 2000, around 11:30 PM, Amanda left Matthew’s apartment in Jonesboro, Arkansas, to drive back home to Dell. It was storming heavily that night, and Amanda told Matthew she would call him as soon as she got home so he’d know she was safe.
The drive should have taken her about an hour, but by 1:30 AM, Matthew still hadn’t heard from her. He called Amanda’s parents, Ed and Susan Tusing, and learned that she never made it home.
Worried, Matthew and Ed both grabbed their car keys and headed out to search for her along Highway 18—the road Amanda would have taken to get home. They agreed to drive from opposite directions and meet in the middle.
About a mile west of the town of Monette, Matthew saw Amanda’s black 1991 Grand Am pulled over on the side of the road. He assumed the car had broken down. But when he got closer, he noticed the car was empty and the keys were still in the ignition.
Inside the car, Amanda’s purse was sitting on the passenger seat. Even stranger, the windshield wipers had stopped halfway through a swipe. Matthew turned the key, and the car started with no problem. But Amanda was gone—and there was no sign of a struggle. Continue reading
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