It’s a quiet spring night in 1990, and three men fox hunting in a secluded area of rural South Georgia stand patiently by their truck. Pulled off the side of a dirt road, they wait silently for the sound of their dogs barking to alert them to game nearby. What they hear instead is a vehicle racing down the road towards them. As the vehicle speeds by, the men hear a woman scream. As this general area is known as a sort of “lover’s lane”, they think nothing much of it. Probably teenagers out having a good time. Not until the next morning when news broke that 18-year-old Rhonda Sue Coleman had gone missing the night before, did the pieces fit together a little more clearly. The scream they heard was not that of a young girl having a good time. It was almost certainly a terrified plea, one last desperate attempt to get someone’s attention. It was a cry for help. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices