The Abduction and Murder of Bradley Eugene Gilbert

On November 10, 1984, six-year-old Bradley Eugene Gilbert was playing outside his aunt’s home in Chillicothe, Texas, with his three-year-old brother Jason. By early afternoon, Jason came running back to the house crying. Bradley had told him to run. When Jason turned back, his brother was gone. The search for Bradley was immediate and massive. Hundreds of volunteers joined law enforcement, Texas Rangers, and the FBI. Flyers, bloodhounds, hypnosis sessions, and even national campaigns followed. Bradley’s photo appeared on milk cartons and before movies in theaters across the country. Leads spanned from Amarillo to Florida, from New York to Oklahoma. For 141 days, Chillicothe searched and hoped. Then, in April 1985, the case changed from a missing person to the thing everyone feared: a homicide. Nearly four decades later, Bradley Gilbert’s murder remains unsolved.

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:01):
Gone Cold. Podcasts may contain violent or graphics subject matter.
Listener discretion is advised. A cool, clear November Saturday afternoon
in small town, Texas, church bulletins for Sunday were already printed,
the crops harvested, and the town was settling into the
rhythm of an ordinary autumn weekend. Just off US Highway

(00:25):
to eighty seven, two little boys were playing in their
aunt's backyard. At one thirty pm, the younger boy, a
three year old, ran to the house in a panic,
crying and trying to say what he'd seen. He was
too young to make all the words line up, but
the message was clear. His six year old brother, Bradley,

(00:46):
had told him to run, and now Bradley's gone. No
one heard any screams. There were no tire squeals, at
least none anyone could place. No neighbor ready to swear
they saw the when it happened, Just two brothers in
a yard, then one. By midafternoon, the phone calls began.

(01:08):
By evening, the searches, and by the next morning, Chillicothee,
a small town that believed it was safe, didn't feel
like the same place anymore. One hundred and forty one
days later, two fishermen on the Peas River found what
everyone feared, and an investigation that began as a missing

(01:30):
child case became a homicide. You're listening to Gone Cold,
Texas True Crime. I'm vincent, and this is the abduction
and murder of Bradley Eugene Gilbert, Chillicothee, Texas, nineteen eighty four.

(02:00):
To understand what happened to Bradley Gilbert, you have to
understand where it happened. Chillicothe, ironically meaning big town in
Shawnee sits on the western edge of Hardiman County, not
far from the Oklahoma state line. In the mid nineteen eighties,
it was a town of about twelve hundred people, a

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few churches, a grocery, a feed store, cotton gins, families
who'd known each other for decades. It had the feeling
of a place where the kids walked home from school
without a care in the world, and neighbors waved from
their porches without missing a beat in their conversation. But
it was also a town under strain. Drought, rising interest rates,

(02:46):
and collapsing cotton prices had hit hard. Farming wasn't what
it used to be. Jobs were thinning out. Young families
were drifting to Vernon, Wichita Falls, or Lubbock. The hospital
had closed its labor and delivery unit the year before,
and there were whispers that it might close for good.

(03:08):
The town was shrinking. The people were left, older, rooted, tired.
But in a place like this, crime, real crime didn't
fit in. Some doors were locked at night, sure, but
it was more out of habit than fear. Chillicothe was
shaped just as much by the times as it was

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the small and slow population. Kids rode bikes all over
town and didn't come in till dusk. Some parents yelled
from their front porch when it was time to come in.
Some kids were just expected to know when to head
back or else. Then came a tragic Saturday in November
of that year that would change all of it forever.

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Bradley Eugene Gilbert was born Monday, July twenty fourth, nineteen
seventy eight, at ten thirty nine am at will Barger
General Hospital in Vernon, Texas. He was the first child
of Mitchell and Rita. Gilbert married that January. In nineteen
eighty one. A little brother, Jason, joined him, and two

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years later in nineteen eighty three, a baby's sister, Kristen.
By nineteen eighty four, the family was separated, Rita living
in Chillicothe with the kids Mitchell in Arkansas. Bradley adored
his dad and looked forward to the visits he got,
even if they were limited. He was six years old

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that fall, a first grader at Chillicothe Elementary. He stood
about four feet tall, with brown eyes and light brown
hair that was kept short but not always neat thanks
to the two cowlycks on his front hairline. Bradley carried
a small vertical scar over his right eyebrow, the kind
kids get from tumbles, and he was missing his two

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bottom front teeth, which made his grin look even bigger.
Kindergarten had been a bright spot thanks to a bond
with his teacher, missus Clay. First grade, on the other hand,
brought some challenges, but he was improving. In early November
nineteen eighty four, he earned a good behavior award at school.

(05:23):
A few days later, he would vanish. November tenth, nineteen
eighty four. That Saturday was cool and dry. Rita Gilbert
left her sons, Bradley and Jason in the care of
her sister Becky, at her house just off US two
eighty seven, next to a business called James's Car Wash.

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It wasn't a big night out, just Aaron's. She planned
to be back soon. Bradley was wearing green pants, a
brown short sleeved shirt with multicolored stripes, and gray tennis shoes.
Like a lot of kids in Texas fall weather, he
was not in a coat. There wasn't much of a
need for one. The boys played in the backyard. At

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around one thirty pm, Jason ran for the house, crying,
confused and frightened, trying to explain why he was excited
and only three years old. He struggled to get the
right words out, but the urgency was evident. The one
detail Becky understood, Bradley told him to run, and now

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he was gone. By three point thirty that afternoon, Bradley
was reported missing. Within hours, searchers took to the streets
and fields. The response was immediate. Hardiman County Sheriff Chester
Ingram coordinated with local law enforcement, the Texas Rangers, and

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the FBI, all of whom were happy to lend their
expertise and resources. Fly were printed and distributed. The case
was entered into the FBI's National Crime Information Center, or NCIC.
On the ground, bloodhounds were deployed. Searchers moved on foot

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and horseback in cars and trucks. They walked fields and
bar ditches. They circled barns, peered into outbuildings, and checked
water tanks. Small planes crisscrossed overhead. We've searched every place
we could think of, Sheriff Ingram said, we are not
giving up. The people of Chillicothe did what communities like

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it do. Farmers, church members, veterans, neighbors, people who had
known each other since childhood dropped everything and joined in.
Some volunteers fed the searchers. Others formed side by side efforts,
calling Bradley's name as they stepped through tall grass and
along fence lines. Even with the manpower and the will,

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there was nothing, no shoe, no torn seam of fabric,
no clear trail out of that backyard. The search continued
into the next day and then the next. Detectives questioned
people who might have seen something. They put known sex
offenders in the area under a close watch. Through the

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local paper. Sheriff Ingram urged anyone with information, no matter
how small they thought it was to come forward. Rita
pleaded for her son's return. The boy's father, Mitchell, notified
in Arkansas, drove back to Texas to help in the searches.
When he arrived, he was arrested on outstanding felony warrants

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out of Clarksville for burglary and theft, and was transferred
back to Red River County to face those charges. The
arrest did not change the urgent fact on the ground.
In Chillicothee, a six year old had disappeared in daylight
from a yard beside a car wash, and the town
could not find him. As the first days passed, investigators

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turned to witnesses and to a method that was sometimes
used in that era to recover details, hypnosis. The sessions
were conducted by Lewis Yocum, a special investigator for District
Attorney Gene Heatley. Three people. Three people were hypnotized, Billy Custer,

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a local resident who drove past James's carwash around the
time the boys were playing outside, Mike Brake, Bradley's uncle
in whose yard the boys were playing, and Jason Bradley's
three year old brother. Initially, authorities kept the identities and details,

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quiet concerned that any public release could risk Bradley's safety
if abductors realized law enforcement descriptions. Later, Sheriff Ingram authorized
the release of the information. The accounts all pointed in
the same direction. Both Custer and break recalled a beige

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or light yellow car at the car wash inside a
man and a woman. One witness thought the car might
have had a dent on the side. The man's hair
was dark, as was his clothing. Jason, under questioning, described
a man crouched beside a car who called to the boys.

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Bradley told Jason to run back to the house, and
he did. Jason said he watched the man chase his
brother and repeated the phrase that would become among the
most chilling fragments of the case. They got him. They
got him. With those details, law enforcement had a direction,

(10:54):
a light colored late model four door car, a man
and a woman, but what they didn't have was a name.
On November twenty fifth, nineteen eighty four, fifteen days after

(11:17):
Bradley Gilbert's disappearance, Hardiman County Sheriff Chester Ingram said they
believed they were close to a breakthrough in the boy's
missing person's case. He declined to give details, but later
admitted that the lead had fallen apart. Four days later,
on November twenty ninth, he leveled with the public, we

(11:38):
are at a dead end. Bradley had been taken near
James's carwash in the middle of the day, and despite
the combined efforts local, state, and even federal, no trace
of the boy had been uncovered. The only usable break remained.
The hypnosis derived descriptions of a man, a woman, and

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a beige or law yellow car. They hoped the upcoming
national spotlight would help provide a clue. On Friday, November thirtieth,
the television show Good Morning America featured Bradley's case. Newscasts
across the country began leading with missing children, including Bradley.

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It made sense in context. Nineteen eighty four was the
year the United States began to reckon publicly with missing children.
In June, John and Revey Walsh, whose missing son Adam
was kidnapped and murdered in nineteen eighty one, alongside other advocates,
founded the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children. Following

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Congress's Missing Children's Assistance Act. Nick MECK became a national clearinghouse,
funded primarily by the US Department of Justice, tracking cases
using the FBI's NCIC system. That year, just over where
eight hundred thousand missing children reports were tracked, a number

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that encompassed everything from runaways to family abductions to a
smaller number of non family abductions like Bradley's. In September
nineteen eighty four, a dairy in Des Moines, Iowa, began
printing photographs of missing children on milk cartons. The idea spread.

(13:25):
By late January nineteen eighty five, dairies around the country
were participating. Bradley's face would be among those printed. By
December nineteen eighty four, communities were adopting county wide finger
printing initiatives, part of a broader movement aimed at quick
identification if a child went missing. The fear was national,

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the tools were new, and in Hardiman County, a family
waited for news after more than five hundred man hours searching.
Sheriff Ingram said one report stood out as the most promising,
a sighting in Amarillo, about one hundred and sixty miles
west of Chillicothe on Friday, December seventh. He and Chillicothee

(14:14):
Police Chief Ken Gilbreth drove there to interview two female
clerks at a truck stop. The women said they had
seen a boy who looked like Bradley with a man
and woman on or around November sixteenth, days after the abduction.
They recognized the adults as people they'd seen before, but

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never with a child. The clerks noticed the boy's hunger
he ate, as if he hadn't had a proper meal
in some time. The man and woman used the truck
stop showers and paid for gas with a credit card.
With local authorities and the FBI. Investigators worked to obtain
those credit card records. For a time, this lead had legs,

(15:00):
a location, a date, two witnesses, a purchase that left
a trail, but like so many other threads in this case,
it didn't hold. On Friday, January eighteenth, nineteen eighty five,
a woman in Amarillo reported that she'd seen a boy
at Walmart playing video games who resembled Bradley. According to

(15:23):
the woman, he told her his name was Eugene, which
is the missing boy's middle name, that they had given
him a new name, and that he lived in another town.
She later saw Bradley's photograph in the newspaper and contacted authorities.
Three days later, Monday, January twenty first, there was another

(15:45):
reported sighting, this time in Wichita Falls, about sixty six
miles east of Chillicothe. A child resembling Bradley was seen
with a woman who matched the Amarillo description. They left
in a dark car with Oklahoma plates. Witnesses wrote the
license plate number on a paper bag, but claimed they

(16:06):
later lost it. One week later, on the twenty eighth,
the nationwide milk carton program that included Bradley's photograph formally
launched in North Texas. Preston Darian Burke Burnett participated. Sunday,
September seventeenth brought a call from New York. A woman

(16:27):
there believed she'd seen Bradley in a vehicle with Texas plates.
Sheriff Ingram spent the day on the phone with a
New York officer working the lead. It dissolved the child
was not Bradley, but another boy being taken by his
mother from Beaumont back to New York. In mid March,

(16:48):
AMC Theaters announced a nationwide campaign photos of missing children,
including Bradley, would run before movies on eight hundred screens
at one one hundred and fifty seven theaters in one
hundred and three cities across twenty six states. The idea
was simple to get the case seen by millions of eyes.

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On Wednesday, March twentieth, a woman in Pensacola, Florida, saw
a man and a boy at a car dealership. The child,
like Bradley, had a scar near his eyebrow. Police investigated immediately.
The man said the boy had broken his glasses and
gotten stitches, which explained the scar. Investigators verified the story

(17:36):
with the child's doctor, and within four hours the lead
was ruled out. On the night of Saturday, March twenty third,
nineteen eighty five, a couple in Lawton, Oklahoma, visiting the
sheriff's office on an unrelated matter, saw Bradley's photo on
a bulletin board. They said they'd seen a similar looking

(17:57):
child near Bridgeport, Texas, in early January, with two Mexican
American men in a white station wagon. They provided a
Texas license plate number that traced to San Antonio. Agencies there,
the Police Department, Bear County Sheriff's Office, and the Missing
Persons Bureau tried to follow up on the lead. Nothing

(18:20):
came of it. Sometime in March, the credit card records
from the Amarillo truck stop finally arrived. They too, went nowhere.
Those several weeks produced activity, miles and phone calls. With
each one came hope. That hope was dashed every time.

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None of the leads produced Bradley. Only chance would. On
the morning of Saturday, April thirteenth, nineteen eighty five, one
hundred and forty one days after Bradley disappeared, two local
fishermen on the Peas River, about a mile north of
Vernon and roughly fourteen miles south of Chillicothee near Highway six,

(19:06):
saw what looked like a bundle or object caught on
a sandbar in a slough off the river. It was
not a bundle, but instead a small body. They contacted authorities.
Hardiman County Sheriff, Chester Ingram, and others responded. The remains
were partially clothed and badly decomposed, but they were identified

(19:31):
almost immediately, though tentatively, as six year old Bradley Eugene Gilbert.
The location was not far from where searchers had concentrated
their efforts in the early days. Sheriff Ingram later confirmed
the area had been searched before, but the geography of
the river and fluctuating water levels often hide and move

(19:54):
what lies beneath. The body may not have been visible
then or may have shifted. An autopsy in Fort Worth
confirmed what everyone feared, Bradley's death was the result of
homicidal violence. No water was found in his lungs, indicating
he was already dead when he entered the river. The

(20:16):
decomposition prevented an exact cause of death from being publicly released.
Will Barger, County Justice of the Piece Joe Crebbs, who
conducted the inquest, stated that he believed Bradley had been
brought to that swampy area the night he disappeared. In
a phone conversation with a doctor at the Dallas County

(20:37):
Medical Examiner's office, Crebbs said he was told Bradley's throat
had been cut. In that same discussion, Crebbs said the
doctor and the investigating officer believed Bradley had been sexually abused,
though the condition of the remains left no physical evidence
to prove it. Crebs estimated the time of death to

(20:59):
be around round seven thirty PM on November tenth, nineteen
eighty four, just hours after Bradley was last seen. The
case was no longer a search for a missing boy.
It was now a homicide investigation. On Monday, April first,
nineteen eighty five, search teams combed the area around the

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Slow on the Peas River for additional evidence, including clothing
and personal items not recovered with the body. Meanwhile, investigators
awaited autopsy results to confirm both identity and cause of death.
The recovery site close to early search grids was an
awful confirmation of how easily water and terrain can frustrate

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a search. On Monday, April eighth, law enforcement drained part
of the slow in hopes of finding missing clothing. Investigators
believed those items could be critical helping to determine the
sequence of events where Bradley was killed or tying forensic
evidence to a suspect. At the same time, a retired

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FBI agent who specialized in child abduction and homicide assisted
in developing a psychological profile of the perpetrator. The goal
was to narrow a field with no name. On Tuesday,
April ninth, Bradley's aunt and grandfather were asked to examine
the clothing recovered with the body. They identified the items

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as the ones Bradley wore the day he disappeared. That
was the day the family formally accepted the confirmation of
his death. Also that day, the National Inquirer ran a
story on Bradley's case, keeping the national attention alive for
a time. Friday, April twelfth, nineteen eighty five, the first

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United Methodist Time Church in Chillicothe filled and overfilled. Many
of those in attendants had never met Bradley, but they
came to honor him and stand with his family. The
service was officiated by the church's pastor, Reverend Danny Trussell,
and by Reverend Wallace Clay, a first Baptist. The funeral

(23:22):
was also quietly an investigative step. Law enforcement used the
gathering to observe and document everyone who attended, looking for
anyone who might be connected to the case. Amarillo and
wichital Falls television crews filmed each person entering and leaving
the only unlocked church entrance. Officers were inside the sanctuary

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and along the street for two blocks in both directions.
Investigators in plain clothes watched who spoke with whom before,
during and after the service license plates were recorded and
run through the system. Bradley was laid to rest in
the Chillicothee Cemetery. In the days after, officers conducted a

(24:12):
stakeout at the cemetery to note anyone who returned to
the grave site. Background checks were conducted on those who observed.
One man on the video drew close attention. Sheriff Ingram
described him as mid to late twenties, wearing a jacket
that appeared to be too large with leather elbow patches.

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When he left the church, he looked around in all directions,
behavior Ingram characterized as shifty. He was the only person
on the footage that neither investigators nor the Gilbert family
could identify. Ingram asked a local paper to keep that
detail confidential on April twenty third, but a Wichita Falls

(24:56):
television station uncovered and aired a story describing the lead
that week. It's unknown whether the man was ever identified.

(25:16):
In the months and years after Bradley's abduction and murder,
his mother, Rita carried the kind of loss that doesn't recede.
She became self conscious, feeling watched, scrutinized for how she
treated her children In one low moment, she wondered if
she should give them up just to get away from

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the weight of it all. She moved to another city
for a time, hoping the distance would shift the grief.
It didn't. It made things worse. She felt she had
abandoned Bradley by leaving. She eventually came back home to Chillicothee. Jason,
Bradley's younger brother, resembled him, and react did strongly to

(26:01):
reminders of his older brother. He talked about him often.
He had nightmares. He feared kidnappers might come back for him.
As he grew, he looked even more like Bradley, and
it didn't make the nights any easier. If someone accidentally
called him brad he got upset. He still had nightmares. Eventually,

(26:25):
the children were allowed to play outside again, but Rita
taught them to scream and run at any sign of danger.
The loss altered how she approached life. She didn't take
relationships for granted. She wanted more security. She didn't want
to leave her children, She said a part of her
world would always be missing. When asked if she had

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any idea who would have wanted to harm her son,
Rita said it felt unusual that someone had been watching
and knew their routines, but she didn't know who. Bradley
was abducted at her sister Becky's house, and whoever did it,
she felt knew they were there. One detail haunted Rita.

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When Bradley was scared or upset, his cries were loud,
loud enough to hear from blocks away, but her sister
never heard him scream that day. That's what led Rita
to believe it might have been someone Bradley knew. With
the recovery and the autopsy, the investigation, of course, shifted

(27:34):
fully to homicide. The known facts were stark. Bradley was
abducted on November tenth, nineteen eighty four, while playing in
the backyard of his aunt's home next to James's carwash
in Chillicothee. A series of reported sightings across Texas and
the United States were investigated, some seemed promising, all were

(27:58):
eventually ruled out or went cold. With the discovery of
Bradley's body on April thirteenth, nineteen eighty five, those leads
were rendered completely useless, as it's likely the boy never
went too far. Two fishermen discovered Bradley's remains in a
slough off the Peas River north of Vernon, about fourteen

(28:21):
miles from Chillicothee. The autopsy concluded homicidal violence. There was
no water in the lungs, indicating death before the body
entered the river. He was likely killed elsewhere before being
dumped at the site or somewhere else before his body
washed there. Many authorities believed Bradley had been killed and

(28:44):
placed in the slough the night he disappeared. Through it,
all agencies at every level worked the case, the Hardiman
County Sheriff's office, the Chillicothee Police, the Texas Rangers, and
the FBI. The community gave hours, days and months. Rewards

(29:04):
were offered one thousand dollars from the Chillicothee Volunteer Fire Department,
five hundred dollars from the Vernon Wilbarger County Crime Stoppers,
one thousand dollars from Bradley's grandfather, Roy E Upton of Graham,
for a total of twenty five hundred dollars. Leeds came
in as the result. Most were followed. Almost all broke

(29:28):
apart under scrutiny. By late nineteen eighty five, the case
had gone cold. In the years that followed, national numbers
around missing children shifted reports dropped nearly in half over
the next decades, to four hundred and twenty four thousand,
sixty six in a recent year. But statistics don't solve

(29:52):
a specific case. They don't fill in the names that
never made it into a report. So what remained in
the case of Bradley Eugene Gilbert is what remained in
those first weeks, minus the hope that a child would
be found alive. There's the location and the time, the
nineteen eighties, a backyard in a small Texas town, around

(30:16):
one thirty pm on a Saturday, broad daylight. There are
the words of a three year old under hypnosis, they
got him, They got him. There are the observations of
an adult family member and a passing motorist, a beige
or light yellow car at the car wash, a man
and a woman inside, a possible dent on the vehicle.

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There is the pattern noted by children in the neighborhood,
a light colored four door car circling before the abduction.
The best composite suspect descriptions that emerged, a white male
twenty five to thirty years old, dark brown hair, possibly wavy,
about five feet ten inches tall, average bill and a

(31:01):
white female twenty five to thirty years old, long dark hair,
about five feet four inches tall, heavy build. There are
the searches that ranged from barns to barred ditches to
the sky above. There's a funeral turned into a surveillance operation,
an unidentified man on videotape. There is a mother who

(31:24):
taught her surviving children to scream and run, who moved
away and came back, who says she will always feel
part of her is missing. There's a little brother who
looked more and more like the boy who vanished, and
who had to learn how to sleep again. And there's
a small town that learned fast that safety might be

(31:45):
more a baseless feeling than a fact. The murder of
six year old Bradley Eugene Gilbert is an open wound
in Hardiman County and one of the most disturbing unsolved
crimes in the regent's history. He was taken within earshot
of homes and the adults within the case intersected with

(32:08):
a national awakening about missing children, the founding of a
national center, milk cartons carrying faces into millions of kitchens,
theaters projecting photos before films, Yet it did not yield
the name that would answer the questions that matter. Who
took Bradley. Was it a couple working together or a

(32:30):
single offender. Was it someone passing through or someone who
knew the family's routine. Why were there no screams heard
when everyone who knew him says his cries could carry
for blocks. Why did so many leads from Amarillo credit
card receipts to plate numbers on paper bags fade under

(32:50):
the weight of time and distance. We can say what
the investigator said, that Bradley did not get into that
car by himself. What we cannot do after four decades
with virtually no updates or even anniversary stories, is closed
the loop with a name for Rita, Bradley's siblings, Jason

(33:12):
and Kristen, and for a town that still wonders the
truth is the only thing that will finally change what
November tenth, nineteen eighty four means in Chilicothe, Texas. If
you have any information about the abduction and murder of
Bradley Eugene Gilbert, please contact the Hardiman County Sheriff's Office

(33:35):
at nine four zero six sixty three, five three seven four,
or Texas Crime Stoppers at eight hundred two five two,
eight four seven seven. If you'd like to join Con
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