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Her dad, Charles, said he dropped her off for her 8am class, the one that the roster confirmed she attended. But for some reason she skipped the next class. What that class was what Debra normally did between classes or what time that next class was, all of that's unclear. So maybe she had this big break and wanted to go home real quick and that's why she's asking her brother for a ride. Or maybe she was planning on fully Skipping class that day. I mean, I know I skipped a class or two in college just because I wasn't feeling it. Or maybe there was something else that came up that made her deviate from her plans. Who knows? Detectives started interviewing other people on campus, students and faculty, but they didn't get much to fill in the gaps. I'm sure as the days went by, Deborah's family was hoping that she'd just show back up and have an explanation for her sudden absence. But the entire week passed and she was still a no show. By March 16, Debra's disappearance was making headlines. The Playground Daily News out of nearby Fort Walton beach reported Debra's appearance in that initial story, describing her as 5 foot 2, 115 pounds, with brown hair and brown eyes and wearing, quote, flight pants with fringed cuffs, a white blouse with light green flowers and gold green zipper, with a sweatshirt and hood, cork clogs and blue fabric top, unquote. It's super specific and so 70s. That article called for anyone who had seen Debra to call the Okaloosa County Sheriff's Department. And that weekend, a sizable search party was put together. It didn't seem like Debra had just taken off on her own. So on March 17th and 18th, about 100 volunteers gathered together and searched the wooded area between the College and the ESPYs neighborhood. And this was a large, pretty much undeveloped wooded area. But they searched it thoroughly, still finding no sign of Debra. One week after Debra went missing, detectives headed back to the college to see if anyone recalled any new details. And what they heard actually kind of confused them. There had apparently been a sighting of Deborah from a maintenance worker at the school who said that he saw her go through a soda shop on campus called the Spoon. And at around 4:30 the Monday that she vanished, which didn't make a whole lot of sense. Like, had she been on campus that whole time and just not gone to class? And if that was the case, they had to have been wondering how her brother Wayne missed her when he went out looking for her. Because we're not talking about some huge, sprawling campus. This is just a small junior college. But then another witness came forward. A woman told police that she had stopped for a hitchhiker on March 12, and she was pretty sure that hitchhiker was Deborah. After seeing a photo of her at the police station, this woman was even more convinced. She said that she had picked this girl up sometime at around 10am and that she dropped her off near a highway that headed out to the Seminole neighborhood area around Niceville, which is where Debra lived. I mean, if these sightings were true, I guess Debra could have backtracked and gone back to school instead of going home. But detectives still couldn't account for where she was between 10am and 4pm on March 20, the Pensacola New Journal published a story quoting the lead investigator at the time who said that he did not believe they were dealing with a runaway situation. They also confirmed in that article that they didn't think Debra had any clothes or money on her. The News Journal also reported that Debra didn't have a known boyfriend. The same day that that story ran, a night custodian at the college came forward and said that on Monday, March 12, at 5pm he saw someone that looked like Debra sitting in the passenger side of a green car with a young man in the driver's seat. And he even had an idea of who the guy was. Someone we'll call Donald. The car was a dark green American Rambler, which is what Donald regularly drove, except turns out that that car wasn't green anymore. When detectives went looking for the car and the guy, they realized that he had had the car painted and then sold it. When investigators brought Donald in for questioning, all he said was that he really didn't know Debra all that well. She was just someone he went to school with. He said he'd given her a couple of rides in the past, but he said he didn't even see her on the 12th. And as far as the car stuff, he had an explanation, one that they were able to verify. Apparently the paint job was planned well before this, and they even tracked down the new owner of the car, and everything seemed to be above board. So Donald was let go. Detectives thought maybe the custodian just got his nights confused, even though he was given a polygraph asking which day he saw Debra and Donald together. And he passed. But regardless, detectives kept trying to work other angles of the investigation. But when weeks went by with no new developments, police didn't really feel like there was much else they could do to further the case. So they kind of just stepped away from it. Basically, they said, until they had a new lead or tip that gave them some direction, they just had to play the waiting game. And then Deborah's name stopped showing up in the local newspapers around that same time. But their waiting game ended on the afternoon of Tuesday, April 17. That's when an Air Force captain by the name of Paul Smith was out riding his motorcycle on a wooded trail off Rocky Bayou Road, which was technically Air Force property, but it bordered the Rocky Bayou country club golf course that was under construction at the time. So it was pretty easy for anyone, civilians included, to access this secluded area. So it's around 5:30 at night that he's driving and he's just out for this casual ride when he sees something rather unusual sticking out of the ground. After a moment, he realized that what he was looking at was a human link leg. The rest of the person's body had seemingly been buried in a shallow grave. After a second or two to confirm that what he was looking at was actually a person's leg, he hopped back on his motorcycle and sped home. And once he got to his phone, just before 6pm he called the Niceville Police Department, who in turn called the Sheriff's office for help, and eventually the Florida Department of Law Enforcement agents, who in turn called the sheriff's office for help, and eventually Florida Department of Law Enforcement agents joined them too. Within the hour, the whole area was locked down as a crime scene.