Cindy Lorette

I know people who have called the tips hotline that have reached out to me and to get no help. About three months ago, a guy thought he saw Lisa in Las Vegas. He ended up getting the phone number to the police department. He called there and they said, OK, thanks. And just hung up. They did not ask him any questions. He gave him them the information. They don't care. They're not looking for Lisa.

They don't give a shit. They think that she's dead somewhere. Mom did it. And they're going to. Well, they're not even trying to prove that. I mean, they're just done. They're done with it.

I've tried to convince myself that she's no longer here and to move on, but I can't. I'm going with my gut and my heart. She's out there somewhere. She's a beautiful little girl and we're going to find her. This is for Lisa. We need to find what happened to Lisa. Where the hell is she? Dead or alive, we need to find out what happened. There, I said it.

I just started reading stuff and just writing down a name here and a name here. And then I started doing my own searches.

I've done my own thing because there isn't anybody to help. I have sat in courtrooms. I have done my own surveillances. I visited people in jail that I didn't know. I don't really want to tell you everything I did, but I did a lot of stuff. But everything that I was reading throughout the internet, it just kept leading me back to the area that I was living at.

So I got a job at this little convenience store. And I didn't tell anybody who I was. I just listened. I wanted to know things. I wanted to. And I did. I started to hear things. I mean, people talk.

Somebody had Lisa and they got scared because the media, it became such a big deal. That person got scared and he chopped Lisa up. He took her to this house and one of the people that was in the house told me this story that she was brought to the house and they were at the edge, the end of the bed and she was crying. And they said to get the fucking baby out of the house.

I still don't know what to believe.

nestle her head under my arm or next to me. She just, nobody knew what to do.

It was crazy. Unlike anything I've ever seen before or I've seen thus. I mean, every which way you look, there was police officers, there was cars, there was people. I remember the CNN band. I remember HLN band. I mean, you couldn't get down the streets. There was literally reporters climbing in trees, trying to get snapshots of us.

I mean, yes, Debbie drank.

Debbie probably still drinks. It doesn't fucking matter. It does not matter. Sorry I said that. We all do. And if you're the perfect parent, then good for you. Because this could happen to anybody. You don't plan on things like this to happen. You don't plan on turning the TV on and seeing one of your relatives missing, let alone a 10-month-old baby. The door wasn't locked, right?