He survived the death camps of Argentina's dictatorship, testified against his torturer — and then, on the eve of the verdict, vanished into silence.
On a London bridge in 1978, a poisoned pellet smaller than a pinhead ended a writer's life — and the coded files that named the killer were destroyed before anyone could read them.
He landed in Cairo to cover historic peace talks — and by dawn his body lay stripped of all identification on a dusty road near Cairo airport, shot once through the heart.
On a Kolkata morning in 1982, seventeen robed monks were pulled from taxis by a mob and set on fire — witnessed by thousands, investigated by no one.
The man who ran the branch at the center of Europe's biggest money laundering scandal disappeared on a Monday morning and was found dead in his own garden two days later.
She arrived with nine false Belgian passports, a coded notebook, and a handler who vanished — and was found burning alone in a Norwegian valley in November 1970.
A Pennsylvania district attorney drove to a river town and never came back — his laptop destroyed, his hard drive dumped, and someone had searched how to wreck the evidence.
Melissa Witt drove to a bowling alley to meet her mother for dinner in December 1994 — she never made it inside, and her body was found six weeks later, fifty miles deep in the Ozark National Forest.
A president's plane veers into a mountain range 150 metres inside South Africa — and the evidence disappears before investigators arrive.
Seven women were murdered along a fifty-mile stretch of rural New England between 1978 and 1988. One survived twenty-seven stab wounds and still remembers his face. He has never been charged.