“In twenty years of law enforcement, I’d never seen anything like it,” Lawson, now retired, tells me. “No signs of struggle. No blood, no overturned furniture, no broken windows. No note, no explanation. Just an entire family—six people ranging from a baby to adults—gone. Vanished.”
The Miller family consisted of Jacob, thirty-nine, a farmer and skilled carpenter known throughout the community for his furniture-making; Ruth, thirty-seven, renowned for her beautiful quilts and gentle manner; and their four children: Aaron, fourteen; Sarah, twelve; David, eight; and Mary, just eighteen months old.
“They were as solid a family as you’d find,” recalls Bishop Eli Hochstetler, who led the church district the Millers belonged to. “Jacob was quiet, a hard worker. Ruth was kind, always helping others. The children were well-behaved, respectful. There was no indication of any problems, any reason they would leave.”
But they had left. Or been taken. Or met with some accident so complete it had erased all six of them without a trace.
