Vanished Without a Trace: 13-Year-Old Girl Snatched Off Bike—35 Years Later, Still No Answers: The Gina Dawn Brooks Story


(This Blog is an excerpt from Synova’s Book Madhouse Madison County)

In 1989, a young girl was snatched off the side of the road in Fredericktown, Missouri. Law enforcement did its best to find her, but the evidence was slim, and unfortunately, she’s still missing to this day. I didn’t work directly with the family in this case, so I cannot include a picture, but they are readily available online. Her name was Gina Dawn Brooks. She was a beautiful 13-year-old girl with brownish-blond hair and green eyes. Here is an overview of her story. Like every cold case I research, there are so many details that an entire book could be written about Gina. But that is not the point of this book. We are here to establish a pattern of corruption and lawlessness over a long period of time. 

Let me start by saying that I don’t believe corruption was involved in this case. Everyone seemed to work hard trying to find this teenager. After researching this case and talking to a few people, I believe strangers were in town looking to score some drugs and saw the beautiful little girl on her bicycle. 

August 5th, 1989 

Gina returned home at 10:00 PM after spending the evening watching her brother’s baseball ball game. Gina’s mother told her children good night and then went to take a hot bath before bed. But Gina wasn’t ready for bed. It was the last few weeks before summer vacation would be over, and school would be starting soon. It was a warm night, and she wanted to see her boyfriend, TJ, who lived a few blocks away. She hopped on a bicycle and told her brother, who was playing video games, that she would return before Mom got out of the bathtub. Unfortunately, she would never make it to TJ’s house, and she wouldn’t make it back home either. 

According to witnesses, a dark-colored station wagon pulled beside her near the Baptist church on College Ave. She rode on, but the beat-up vehicle followed. Her scream would be heard a short time later. Police would find her abandoned bike on the High Street. It was only five blocks from home.  Without warning, Gina Brooks had disappeared from small-town America. The entire population was only 4,000 people, and she knew almost everyone. Surely, this was a safe place. How could this happen? It might have seemed like a safe place, but a predator lurked in the shadows. 

I’ll try to establish a timeline of events in this case. Keep in mind that thousands of leads were chased down in this case. I will be highlighting the bigger ones that made the local newspapers. 

September 7, 1989:

Gina’s stepfather offers a $20,000 reward in hopes of generating leads for law enforcement. Many tips come in, but they lead nowhere. Still, each lead was researched. One lead came in a few days after the reward was posted, and it led to a blood-soaked mattress in a run-down motel in St. Francis County. Samples were taken and sent for testing, but nothing tied it to Gina’s disappearance. 

September 14, 1989:

The Wayne County Journal Banner published the newly released composite sketch. It was created by putting a witness under hypnosis, but it’s hard to say how accurate it was considering the fact that the witness saw a man in a beat-up station wagon at 10:30 PM. Not to mention, it was from a distance. 

November 10, 1989:

A local true crime show, Missing: Reward, aired the Gina Dawn Brooks case and generated another round of leads for the sheriff’s office to chase down. Missing: Reward only had ten episodes and aired from 1989-1992. It was popular locally but was quickly overtaken by the national hit Unsolved Mysteries. 

December 28, 1989:

A local businessman adds $5,000 to the reward in hopes of finding Gina. 

February 6, 1990:

According to the Lake Sun Leader, the FBI made an unusual move and sent a mass-form letter to all the postal customers of the Fredericktown Post Office. This letter went over the basics of Gina’s case and asked the public for leads, but very few turned up. 

December, 1990:

At some point in December 1990, an anonymous letter showed up for law enforcement. It gives tips on where to find Gina and even seems to have information that is unknown to the public. Unfortunately, this lead dried up quickly, and law enforcement didn’t get any more letters from the anonymous source. 

August, 1991:

Law enforcement searched the garage of Al Loness in St. Louis. The papers don’t make it clear how it was tied to Gina’s case, but it would appear to be a credible connection at the time because of the man’s record and some of his associates. 

September 5, 1991:

When law enforcement receives an anonymous phone call about the Gina Brooks case, they follow it through, even if it seems like a slim chance. This time, it seemed legit, though. The caller claimed to have insider knowledge of the case and said Gina’s body would be found within 500ft behind the junkyard owner’s house. 

The junkyard in question was on HWY 34 near Hiram, Missouri. The owner’s last name was Spade, and he also had connections with Al Loness. The caller said the body would be found near a pond in the junkyard, and strangely, Spade had just hauled in a few loads of dirt to cover the bottom of the pond. 

Thirty law enforcement officials from the FBI and surrounding counties descended on the junkyard. They brought in dogs and searched the pond. Nothing was found other than a few dead animal carcasses. An old station wagon was found amongst the junk, but it was quickly ruled out as the getaway vehicle. 

Although Spade bought scrap metal from people, including Loness, he didn’t fit the suspect description, and nothing was found on his property. It was another dried-up lead for the Gina Dawn Brooks case. 

July 25, 1996:

A tip came in from a woman who said she had seen a vision while praying. She said Gina and the station wagon were submerged in 30ft of water. At this point, it really didn’t matter where the lead came from; law enforcement was desperate to find out what happened to Gina, so they followed the lead. 

An abandoned quarry near Elephant Rocks in nearby Iron County, Missouri, was drained over the course of four days in hopes of finding Gina. The search yielded four cars, but none of them were the car they needed. According to the Wayne County Journal Banner, they did find human remains, though. They weren’t Ginas, but they were a man’s remains wrapped in a green plastic bag. They were hoping it might have been the remains of Roger Miller, 69, who had gone missing from a town 80 miles away. Mr. Miller is still missing, so I assume the test results returned negative. I couldn’t find anything to show who the remains belonged to. 

September 12, 1998:

Nine years would pass before an arrest was finally made. Surely, this meant justice would come soon, but nothing could be further from the truth.  In 1996, a man by the name of Bryant Squires was dying of cancer and on his deathbed and decided he needed to come clean. He told the nurses some terrible tales about eleven murders, including a confession about Gina.  He also implicated two of his friends. He admitted that he was the driver in the beat-up station wagon seen stalking Gina in Fredericktown that night. He also named two other men. Nathan D. “Danny” Williams and Timothy R. Bellow. 

Both of them have extensive records for raping and murdering little girls. So why haven’t we seen Justice in this case? Brian Squires, The man who confessed, died shortly after his confession. And then Bello tended to like to play with the police. He sent the FBI on a wild goose chase, claiming to know where the body was. He had them convinced that Gina was buried in a freezer full of rotten deer meat on his family property. They spent a massive amount of resources chasing down that lead, only to find out that Bellow had lied. 

He was convicted of lying to the FBI and got to serve another 30 months for lying to the police. Both of these men have gone on to be convicted of other rapes and murders, but it doesn’t seem there is enough evidence to actually tie these two men to Gina. Since some of the statements turned out to be untrue, the police know they can’t go off the statements alone. A good defense attorney would tear their case apart based on that alone.  It was heartbreaking for the family. 

In 1998, they had gotten their hopes up when Williams was charged with Gina’s murder. Now, in 2003, the charges were dropped. It wasn’t because everyone didn’t believe he was guilty; they were just afraid of the double jeopardy law. If they took Williams to court and lost, they could never try him again for her murder. He was serving life in prison for the rape and murder of another young girl, so he wasn’t going anywhere. 

That’s where the case sat when I started researching cases in Madison County earlier this year, but all of that may be about to change because while I am writing this book, 35 years later,  the police are digging in Bellinger County. Reports indicate they transported an inmate to aid in the search. Although the dig site has been closed, they have reported no human remains were found. They said evidence had been found and would be sent for analysis. Hopefully, by the time this book is published, I’m going to have to have it reprinted because we have found the answers this poor family needs. I will keep you posted on this one, guys. 


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Madhouse Madison County

Chaos rules in a small Southeastern Missouri County. Madison County spans 500 square miles and has a population of approximately 13,000 people. The county seat is Fredericktown with a population of approximately 4,000 people. This rural county should be a safe place in beautiful Americana, but it hides a dark secret. Fredericktown is one of the most dangerous places to live in America. Check out this quote from neighborhoodscout.com. 

“With a crime rate of 31 per one thousand residents, Fredericktown has one of the highest crime rates in America compared to all communities of all sizes – from the smallest towns to the very largest cities. One’s chance of becoming a victim of either violent or property crime here is one in 32.” 

I started researching one case sent to me by a desperate grandmother. That case led me to fifteen more. Then I realized this county has had murder, corruption, and chaos since before the Wild West days. This book will start with a lynching by a Fredericktown mob in 1844. Hold onto your seats when you read this one. You’re in for a wild, chaotic ride through rural Missouri.

Cold Case Shocker: 8-Year-Old Girl Vanished from Bus Stop 40 Years Ago

On February 22, 1985, in Butler County, Pennsylvania, eight-year-old Cherrie Mahan got off the school bus at approximately 4:05 p.m. Three other children got off with her and began walking to their homes on the outskirts of Cabot. None of them noticed anything unusual. Cherrie’s friends saw her walking toward her house, which was only about 50 feet away, but she never made it home.

Cherrie Mahan’s disappearance helped launch a program that has helped locate over 1,000 missing children, but she is not among them. For nearly three decades after Cherrie’s ill-fated bus stop, few leads surfaced, indicating what may have happened to her. During the last several years, however, police have received information claiming to know her fate. Unfortunately, if the tips are accurate, the final chapter in Cherrie’s story will not have a happy ending.

The most promising possible lead in Cherrie’s disappearance was a green or light blue van seen behind the school bus. A snow-capped mural of a man in red and yellow clothing skiing down a mountain made the vehicle hard to miss. No one recognized the van, and despite the distinctive painting, it was never located.

Because no one in the greater Pittsburgh area recalled seeing the distinctive van after Cherrie’s disappearance, police theorized the occupant(s) fled western Pennsylvania after Cherrie’s disappearance.

For nearly 30 years, few leads of substance surfaced. In 2014, police received several tips saying Cherrie was living in Michigan under another name. Investigators, however, determined it was another woman who resembled the computer-aged image of Cherrie.

In 2015, police announced they had received more promising information regarding Cherrie. They would only say the lead was from a person who “would have known Cherrie” and “has the potential” to lead them to specific people. Unfortunately, authorities say the tip makes it “highly unlikely that she is alive.”

In August 2018, Cherrie’s mother received an anonymous handwritten letter saying Cherrie was murdered. The letter, mailed around the time of Cherrie’s birthday, detailed who the author contends killed Cherrie, why they did it, and where her body could be found. The letter ended: “I pray you find some peace after you find her body.” It was signed by someone calling himself “Pastor Justice.”

Cherrie’s mother gave the letter to police who are still analyzing the contents to determine its credibility. They have refused any comment on the letter so far, saying they will discuss it once the analysis is complete. They have also not said if they believe the letter to be related to the information received in 2015 or to the van.

Investigators have said they received another tip, which led them to search an old mine shaft in Butler County and a junkyard near the city of Armstrong, 27 miles northeast of Cabot. Again, though, they have not yet released any information about the findings.

The National Center for Missing and Exploited Children (NCMEC) was founded in 1984, the year before Cherrie vanished. In conjunction with the direct-mail marketing company ADVO, they launched the “Have You Seen Me?” program. It helps locate missing children through the mass distribution of the children’s pictures on detached address labels. Vlassis, the company which acquired ADVO in 2007, continues the program today.

Cherrie Mahan was the first child featured on the labels. The program has been remarkably successful. Of the approximately 2,100 highlighted cases, nearly 1,200 children have been recovered. Cherrie wasn’t one of them. Cherrie Mahan was declared legally dead in 1998. 

If you have any information on her disappearance, please contact the Pennsylvania State Police at 412-284-8100.


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Shattered: Behind Every Story Is A Shattered Life (Synova’s Case Files Series)

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Vanished: The Laynee Westbrook Story

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She walked out of her motel room with her little dog, Precious, was seen at a nearby gas station, and then went to a local campground with an acquaintance. Laynee and her dog were never seen again.

 Laynee Westbrook, is a 41-year-old woman from Anacortes, Washington. She was currently staying at the San Juan Motel on 6th Avenue. Laynee had no children, but she had a rat terrier named Precious that she carried around with her everywhere she went.

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Just after 7 p.m. on September 10th, she was seen on surveillance leaving the motel and getting into a white Dodge Ram. She was seen again at 7:30 at the Swinomish Chevron gas station a mere eight miles away. That was the last time her debit card or her cell phone was used.

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 Police have identified the man she was last seen with. He has been questioned, and this is the story he gave. Other than the surveillance camera footage, we have no way to verify this with the information that has been given to the public. To make things simple, I’m going to call this man Mr. J.

 Mr. J picked up Laynee at the San Juan Motel, and then they drove to the gas station in front of the Swinomish Casino. Laynee picked up some groceries there, and then they traveled further south to the Thousand Trails Campground, where Mr. J had an RV.

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There, they had drinks and dinner, but around 2 a.m. Laynee decided she was ready to go home. Mr. J then states he took her back to Anacortes. He did not, however, drop her off at her motel door. He dropped her off at the Causland Memorial Park on North Avenue, approximately two blocks from her motel. 

What happened to Laynee and Precious on September 10th? 

Anacortes is a town in Washington located on Fidalgo Island. The city has fewer than 18,000 residents, and only a handful of officers maintain law and order. On the evening in question, several disturbance calls were made to the local park ranger from the Thousand Trails campground. The ranger later verified that he receives 20 to 30 calls a night from that Campground. He did go by the RV where Laynee was supposedly staying, but everything was calm, and he did not go in.

So, what happened to Laynee and her dog? In a small community like Anacortes, the conspiracy theories run wild, but it is essential to remember that the facts need to lead the investigation. You cannot let the rumor mill or emotions lead the investigation.

 Renee Westbrook was last seen wearing a black shirt, blue jeans, and white sandals. She is 5 foot 9 in tall, has big hazel eyes, and weighs approximately 120 lb. If you have any information about Laynee or her dog, please contact the Anacortes tip line. If you are uncomfortable with leaving your name, they will accept your tip anonymously. Please remember any information you have may seem irrelevant in itself, but it may be the final piece to the puzzle.



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Death on Hwy 72: The Douglas Teel Story

Photo courtesy of Doug Teel’s Family

This blog is an excerpt from Synova’s book “Madhouse Madison County.” More information after blog post


Please keep an open mind and decide if this was an accident or if it was murder; I’ll leave it up to you to decide. 

July 15th, 2010:

Someone placed his unconscious, broken body across the lane on Highway 72 in the early morning hours before dawn. Nineteen-year-old Douglas Teel had taken a beating and was bleeding internally, but it wouldn’t last long. It was just a matter of time before an oncoming car would destroy any evidence of the truth. A brutal homicide would suddenly become a tragic accident, and the murderers would walk free. No one knows where this devious plan originated, but it would soon work out precisely as planned.

At 3:30 am, their plan was complete as a young woman hurried along the road trying to get her boyfriend to his scheduled carpool meeting for work. The fog made it hard to see what lay ahead, but soon, the disturbing sight was in front of her. A body lay perfectly across her lane in the road. Alarmed, she jerked hard on the steering wheel, but it was too late. The right front tire hit Doug Teel’s head, and it was over. The coverup was complete. All that was left to do now was to convince the mother that her son died in a terrible accident. That would be harder to do. No one would ever persuade Karen that her son laid down on the road to take a nap and got hit by a car. I don’t know any mother that would believe that kind of nonsense. No one in their right mind would lie down on the road to sleep. Doug wasn’t high on anything.

Sadly, no one in law enforcement questioned why the autopsy results didn’t match the accident reports. No one asked why there was internal bleeding. How can a person bleed internally when the heart stops instantly once the brain dies? No one questioned it, no one except his poor mother. She’s still fighting to this day. What really happened in those brutal hours before dawn just outside of Fredericktown?

I know this sounds like a fictional tale, but a young man named Doug was hit in the road just outside of Fredericktown. His autopsy didn’t seem to match the narrative. There’s the truth. There are so many unanswered questions, but everything I print has to say “allegedly” at this point because nothing has been proven in a court of law. I swear, I need to buy a big red, rubber stamp and print the word “allegedly” across every page of this book. Read on if you dare. 

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On a muggy summer evening, Doug Teal was walking home from a friend’s house. At this point in his life, he didn’t have a vehicle of his own, so he was still sharing a vehicle with his parents. He had a good job selling custom knives and had just spent the evening with his coworkers and friends. He had gotten a promotion and was recognized as a top salesman in his company. It looked like life was starting to come together for this young man.

After the work party, Doug rode home with a friend, and we will call him G.A. since everything is “alleged” at this point. His friend stopped by his house before taking Doug home. After getting to the house, G.A. claimed there was something wrong with his gas tank, and he didn’t have enough fuel to take Doug the last few miles to his home. Doug was frustrated because he had purchased gas for his friend earlier in the evening. Aggravated but not wanting to wait around, Doug decided to walk home. It wasn’t very far, and he should have been home between 3:30 AM and 3:45 AM He had walked home many times. It wasn’t that big of a deal. 

Unfortunately, things would be different this night. While walking along Highway 72 outside of town, he was attacked and then laid out on the highway to be hit by a car at 3:30 AM Terrified and in disbelief, the driver raced on down the road, hoping she was wrong and hadn’t seen a man on the road. Surely, it was a deer that she hit. That’s a better probability, right? But as she drove back home after dropping off her boyfriend, she discovered the gruesome truth and called the police. 

The town coroner arrived at Doug’s home to inform the family of the terrible news around 7:20 AM Strangely, the coroner informs Doug’s mom that he believes Doug had already expired before he was laid on the highway. Later on, the coroner would say that this was just a terrible accident and recant his statements to the mother.

Was this simply a slip of the tongue, or was his mind changed after all the evidence was collected? Who knows? Either way, it’s unprofessional of him to say such things during an open investigation. Of course, the mother would cling to his words like a lifeline, and those statements gave her hope that her son would get justice. That’s why keeping your opinions and emotions to yourself is essential until the evidence is collected and the investigation is completed.  

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Nobody could understand how this could happen. Doug had walked home hundreds of times at all hours of the day; why did he end up dead on the road this time? Karen, Doug’s mother, told police that her son had been being threatened by some local young men, but the information didn’t lead to any progress in the case. Who wanted Doug taken out and why? There had been some issues over a local girl, but they seemed to have been worked out long ago. 

An autopsy was ordered on Doug even though the sheriff claimed there was nothing to investigate. Karen had kicked up enough of a fuss that it forced them to do something. The autopsy report clearly states, “The external view of the body shows no trauma to the body other than the head and neck.”  This statement verified the driver’s information when she said her tire only hit the head. She swears she did not run over the entirety of the body. 

Unfortunately, the internal examination would show a lot more discrepancies.  His sternum was fractured. He had three broken ribs, and he had scattered pulmonary contusions on the right side of his body. This means he had been hit hard several times. Doug had soft tissue hemorrhages, liver lacerations, left kidney lacerations, and multiple lacerations to the spleen. This means that he was hit in the liver area, the kidney area, and the spleen area. The car did not run over him and back up two or three times. Please take note of the language used in this report. It doesn’t say these things were crushed. It says lacerations, meaning that they were hit and wounds were left behind. It would be easy here to dismiss the driver’s testimony and just say she was mistaken. Maybe she did hit Doug’s body and not just his head, but if that were true, you’d have seen evidence on the external examination. The report clearly states there’s no external trauma to the body. Besides, if the internal organs were hit by a car, they would be crushed. 

Another damaging report shows 300 mL of blood and fluid in the right pleural space. The pleural space is the space between your lungs, your rib cage, and your muscles. He had a good deal of internal bleeding. In all, he had 600 mL of blood and fluid. Why was he bleeding internally? Of course, this answer was never given to the poor grieving family. 

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So, let’s go on to the call logs for Doug’s phone, surely that will tell us something. Remember, while he was walking home, he was actually talking to people by phone and by text messages. His phone was dying so he limited his conversations to text messages toward the end. 

  • 1:47 am – tells girlfriend that he’s going to walk home 
  • 1:57 am – G.A. texts and apologizes for not taking him home and tries to smooth things over. 
  • 1:57 am – Doug says it was fine and asks his friend to bring his stuff that was left in his car
  • 1:58 am – last text to girlfriend

Doug’s phone continues to receive messages from people, but after 1:58 am, none of them receive a reply. He should have been almost home by 3:30, but he seemed to fall off the map just before 2 am. That is until his body is found on the road by a speeding car. 

There are so many unanswered questions, but once the case was labeled as a hit and run accident, no one seemed to care anything about investigating the case further. 

It didn’t matter that Doug was being threatened at the time or that his injuries didn’t match. While officials didn’t investigate, the worried mother continued to collect evidence. Unfortunately, this evidence would be destroyed on Thanksgiving weekend, just four months after her son’s death. A fire raged through her home in the wee hours of the morning. Karen was gone from home, but the house was a total loss. To make matters even worse, all of the evidence she had collected was destroyed. 

Like all of the cases I cover, there’s so much more we can discuss about this case. The rumor mill alone could fill up this entire book, but whatever he said, she said, they did, doesn’t really matter. What’s important now is for someone to step up and investigate this case from the beginning. We need someone who isn’t connected to the local town gossip, someone qualified and non-biased. 

I’d like to say that this case is currently being investigated by someone, but it is not. Karen has spent fourteen years trying to get someone to pay attention. What do you think? Do you think this man laid down to take a nap on the road and was hit by a car? If so, I have some snake oil that cures cancer. It only cost ten bucks a bottle. 

Photo courtesy of Doug Teel’s Family

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Madhouse Madison County

Chaos rules in a small Southeastern Missouri County. Madison County spans 500 square miles and has a population of approximately 13,000 people. The county seat is Fredericktown with a population of approximately 4,000 people. This rural county should be a safe place in beautiful Americana, but it hides a dark secret. Fredericktown is one of the most dangerous places to live in America. Check out this quote from neighborhoodscout.com. 

“With a crime rate of 31 per one thousand residents, Fredericktown has one of the highest crime rates in America compared to all communities of all sizes – from the smallest towns to the very largest cities. One’s chance of becoming a victim of either violent or property crime here is one in 32.” 

I started researching one case sent to me by a desperate grandmother. That case led me to fifteen more. Then I realized this county has had murder, corruption, and chaos since before the Wild West days. This book will start with a lynching by a Fredericktown mob in 1844. Hold onto your seats when you read this one. You’re in for a wild, chaotic ride through rural Missouri.


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