Send Kris and Rob a Text Message! On the night before Thanksgiving, November 24th, 1971, a man in a dark suit and a sensible tie took seat 18C on Northwest Orient Flight 305—a short hop from Portland to Seattle aboard a Boeing 727. He ordered bourbon and soda, smoked his Raleighs, and handed a folded note to the flight attendant. It wasn’t a phone number. It was a promise. Inside the briefcase, he said, was a bomb. What followed would become the only unsolved hijacking in American aviation hi...
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Send Kris and Rob a Text Message! On the night before Thanksgiving, November 24th, 1971, a man in a dark suit and a sensible tie took seat 18C on Northwest Orient Flight 305—a short hop from Portland to Seattle aboard a Boeing 727. He ordered bourbon and soda, smoked his Raleighs, and handed a folded note to the flight attendant. It wasn’t a phone number. It was a promise. Inside the briefcase, he said, was a bomb. What followed would become the only unsolved hijacking in American aviation hi...
Midnight in Piedmont Park: The Unsolved Murder of Katie Janness and Bowie
Hitched 2 Homicide
53 minutes
3 months ago
Midnight in Piedmont Park: The Unsolved Murder of Katie Janness and Bowie
Send Kris and Rob a Text Message! On a warm summer night in Atlanta’s Piedmont Park, Katie Janness and her beloved dog, Bowie, were savagely murdered just steps from their home. Four years later, the case remains unsolved. Who carved letters into Katie’s body? Why weren’t the park’s cameras working? And how does a killer vanish from one of the busiest corners of the city? In this episode, we walk you through that haunting night, the evidence, the heartbreak—and the desperate plea for justice....
Hitched 2 Homicide
Send Kris and Rob a Text Message! On the night before Thanksgiving, November 24th, 1971, a man in a dark suit and a sensible tie took seat 18C on Northwest Orient Flight 305—a short hop from Portland to Seattle aboard a Boeing 727. He ordered bourbon and soda, smoked his Raleighs, and handed a folded note to the flight attendant. It wasn’t a phone number. It was a promise. Inside the briefcase, he said, was a bomb. What followed would become the only unsolved hijacking in American aviation hi...
