They say I was Hispanic (or possibly bi-racial) and I was young. People are not supposed to die in their early to mid-thirties, but sadly, someone made that choice for me. I was found on May 24, 1995 in a ditch on Cottonhall Road, near the border of Yemassee, South Carolina. They are fairly sure I was killed somewhere else twenty four hours earlier and dumped there; nice, huh?
I had reddish brown hair and brown eyes and at 5'3”, I weighed 120 pounds. (See, I took care of myself!) I had two scars: one from a hysterectomy and the other (on my lower neck) from thyroid surgery.
So...who am I? Police feel that learning my identity might lead them straight to my killer. Was I somebody's wife or girlfriend? Or maybe even...someone's mother? Did I go to school with you, or possibly sit next to you at the nail salon? Even the tiniest bit of information might be just what they need to bring my killer to justice...and to allow me to finally rest in peace, with my name and my dignity restored.