BONUS: Dateline Missing In America

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Hey, Snap listeners, Dateline MBC wants your help to solve these missing person cases. I'm Stephanie Gomolka with Oxygen True Crime.

Before we get back to Snapped, Women Who Murder, here's a special sneak peek of Dateline Missing in America season two. The chart topping podcast is back with new unsolved cases.

Listen closely to each story and consider the mysterious circumstances. You could help bring a missing person home.
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It was a little windy that March morning in Hope Mills, North Carolina. Spring was just around the corner on a crisp, dry day.

In a ranch-style house on McDonald Road, Kent Jacobs pulled on a familiar weekend uniform, his black Harley-Davidson sweatshirt, and his black sneakers.

Kent and his mom had a Sunday routine. She would head to church.
He would take a walk.

Usually Kent turned right onto McDonald and a quarter mile later made a left, passing mobile homes and patches of woods.

Along this stretch of country highway, it was common to see Kent walking alone, and people knew him by his dark hair and ready grin.

It was a well-worn path for him. He knew it was always the same.
Always the same.

That is Kent's brother, Keith Jacobs.

He says Kent's destination on his weekend walks was a place close to Kent's heart, the neighborhood where Kent grew up, where he could hang out with his childhood friends for a few hours.

Kim Baber is Kent's sister. I'm just saying Kent is all you had to say.
Everybody knew who he was.

Most Sundays, Kent's mom got home first. She knew Kent would walk through the door by 5 p.m.
and he was never late.

Until that Sunday, March 10th, 2002,

that was the moment when everything changed because that was the day Kent Jacobs didn't come home. Walked in my mom's house and my mom's home by herself, upset, crying.

I knew in my gut then I was like, this is bad. It was a different kind of upset.
for my mom for the first time that I'd ever experienced when it came to Kent. I knew my mom knew something was wrong.

Before we go on, here's something important to know about Kent Jacobs. He was a 41-year-old man with a developmental disability that had left him with the mental capacity of a child.

If Kent were in trouble, he might not even know it, or he might not know how to escape it.

This is a story about a man everyone liked and about his family's unrelenting search for answers. I dream about him still quite a bit.

I'll be honest with you. Your life changed a lot as a result of this.
You left New York. I did.
It's also the story of a mystery that haunts a retired detective. It keeps me up at night.

I play the shoulda, woulda, coulda game.

She found a tantalizing clue buried in a case file. It might or might not be the key to unlocking this this puzzle.

You think this is all gonna end with

Kent Jacobs being found? I hope so.

I pray it does.

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