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On September 12th, 1987, Alan Jerome Piña, 13 years old, left home and went into the woods across the street from his house. He had a passion for bugs, studying them in nature, collecting and categorizing them, preserving, framing and displaying his samples around his room. He embarked to the woods that day in the hopes of combing through the late summer brush for beetles and centipedes. Maybe even find and collect a spider if he was lucky and fast enough. When he left, kissing his mother on the cheek as he always did when leaving, he was wearing a pair of khaki shorts, a green and blue striped shirt, and a pair of dirt-speckled white Adidas sneakers. Alan Jerome Piña never came home.
The initial search through the woods was large, well-manned, and utterly exhaustive. Through d
