Kelly’s mother was also suspicious of Kogut.
“You can’t convince me that they didn’t have something to do with Kelly. It is all just too coincidental,” she told me.
But knowing and proving are two very different things.
“If he wanted to talk to us, what would it do for him, another 25 years in jail? Our laws protect the bad guys as well as the innocent,” commented another detective in the wake of Kogut’s arrest.
How very true that statement would come to be. Without a body, Kelly’s case can never officially be a homicide, and without new evidence, a body may never be found.
Never Say Die
As time passed and the case got colder, Quinn was not going to give up. He was determined to follow any lead. As a result, it was not hard to convince him that he should try a psychic. Psychics were not considered a customary part of investigative techniques, but this case was different:
I had met this psychic while I was out East for a weekend. Even though I am known among my friends as a major skeptic, I was impressed by what he told me. Of course, before I make up my mind, I first checked with my girlfriends to find out if they had given him any information before my session. After they swore on the lives of their children that they had never met him before, I had to believe that this man had a special talent, and I was thrilled when he agreed to help us with Kelly’s disappearance.
Sitting outside the Morrissey’s house, we showed the psychic a photo of Kelly. He told us he saw images of a bridge, water, sand, a rusted can, a cemetery in the background and a shopping center across the street. He asked to begin by talking with Kelly’s parents. After our interview, we returned to the car and for a few moments remained silent.
“I know this sounds crazy, but something is just not right there,” I finally said.
“I agree,” our psychic immediately replied. “I felt a lot of negative things when I walked in. It was difficult for me not to just turn around and walk out.”
Quinn tried to remain neutral as we tried to find reasons for our feelings. In life, you can accept gut feelings. In police work you also need to have facts. We didn’t, so we moved on.
The psychic asked us to go to the cemetery where Theresa was raped and murdered.
As we pulled in, I realized that just a few weeks earlier, my daughter had had a skating party at Hot Skates, which was across the street from the cemetery. At the time, I experienced apprehension about her going there. She had been to many parties before, but for some unexplained reason, I felt this one was different. I remember telling her at least five times to be sure she kept to the buddy system. I was uneasy until she came home. Now, as we entered the cemetery, I had that same feeling.