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Seeking Justice for Tammy


Fifteen years ago this week, a 21-year-old Grinnell College student was on her way back to campus in central Iowa when she had car trouble. What happened between Aug. 23 and Sept. 2, when her body was found, stabbed to death and dumped along a road hundreds of miles away in southwest Missouri, is up to much speculation. Unfortunately, one thing is clear: no one has been brought to justice for her murder.

My husband was her classmate and close friend.

Everyone who knew her, and many more who didn't, still want answers.

What happened to Tammy Zywicki? Someone out there knows.

Zywicki was reportedly last seen with her car, a 1985 Pontiac T1000 with New Jersey license plates, at mile marker 83 in Central Illinois, between 3:10 p.m. and 4 p.m. on Aug. 23, 1992. It was also reported that a tractor/trailer was seen near Zywicki's vehicle during this time period. The driver of the tractor/trailer is described as a white male between 35 and 40 years of age, over six feet tall, with dark, bushy hair. Some of the victim's personal property is known to be missing, including a Canon 35mm camera and a musical wrist watch with an umbrella on the face.


IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION CONCERNING THIS CASE, PLEASE CONTACT YOUR LOCAL FBI OFFICE OR THE NEAREST AMERICAN EMBASSY OR CONSULATE.

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