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Baby Abigale

I hope someone catches the nasty woman who knocked on a front door of a rural Missouri home, held a young mother at knifepoint and slit her throat, then stole her 7-day-old baby (Mom survived and is trying to help police identify her attacker).



AMBER ALERT:

Name: Abigale Lynn Woods
Age: 7 days
Race: White
Gender/Sex: Female
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 0'19"
Weight: 6lbs
Clothing: wearing pink dress with flowered collar
Other: birth mark between eyes

SUSPECT:
Name: Unknown
Age: 30-40 years
Race: White
Gender/Sex: Female
Hair Color: Dark
Eye Color: Unknown
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 200lbs
Clothing: dark or black hair pulled up under ball cap with worn bill gray or brown t-shirt and blue jean shorts
Other: sunglasses and black scarf around neck and female mustache

Comments

Brianne said…
What a sick, sick b*tch. Of course they'll catch her. I didn't know that she killed the mother. I heard she "brutally beat" the mother. That is terrible.
Anonymous said…
The mom is alive - she gave the description of the attacker. The throat slashing was minor, TG.

what a horrible story - I hope it has a wonderful outcome for the victims - they will find this baby!
Brianne said…
Thank goodness they found the baby. :)

Just a side note: I'm proofreading a huge document right now written by a research company we used. This woman has a serious affinity for the word "very." This is driving me nuts!!

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