In 1983, eight-year-old Nicole Morin got in an elevator — and was never seen again. The investigation would become one of the largest in Toronto’s history… but did Nicole even want to be found?See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.
Chapter 1: What happened to Nicole Morin on the day she disappeared?
You knew the day would come. And here it is. Your young daughter is finally tall enough to reach the elevator button in your high-rise condo building. You made a deal with her. When she was big enough to press the button herself, she could have a bit more independence. It terrifies you that she now has the ability to disappear into the world so easily. but you try to see it as a good thing.
It's a chance for her to experience a little bit of freedom. So when she asks if she can go down to your building's pool with her friends, you tell her to run along. You watch from the doorway of your apartment as she skips down the hallway carrying her towel and gets on her tiptoes to press the button. You consider calling out to her one last time to tell her to be careful.
But instead, you hold your tongue, reminding yourself that she's not even leaving the property. It's only an elevator ride. What could possibly go wrong? July 30th, 1985. The heat clings to everything. It presses into the corners of Jeanette Moran's top floor apartment like an unwanted guest. Her in-home daycare is busy today, busier than she's been in weeks. School's out and parents are working.
Chapter 2: Who is Jeanette Moran and what was her role on that day?
That means on top of watching her own daughter, Jeanette is watching half a dozen other kids and infants. Jeanette tries to keep a tidy home, but during daycare hours, it transforms into a loud, sticky, chaotic place. Toddlers in the kitchen, babies on the floor. Someone is always crying, shrieking, or laughing.
Jeanette can't help but shoot a glance at the clock on the wall, just to see how much time is left until lunchtime. Her heart sinks when she realizes that it's not even 11am yet. Needless to say, this is going to be a brutal day. As the baby she's holding takes its bottle, Jeanette pauses near a window.
From here, on the 20th floor of her building, she has an incredible view of the Toronto skyline. Then, a tiny tug comes at her pant leg. It's time to get back to work. Jeanette turns, expecting to find one of the daycare kids waiting there. But it's actually her kid, 8-year-old Nicole Moran. She's dressed for the pool in her bathing suit and wants to know where the sunscreen is.
Jeanette tells her, and Nicole bounds off to fetch it. Jeanette's glad that her daughter has her own plans today. They'll be out of each other's hair. She's going swimming with a friend at their apartment building's outdoor pool, just a few floors down and across the courtyard. No need for a chaperone. The building might be enormous, but it's still a community. Neighbors know each other.
They nod in the halls. They gossip. They walk each other's dogs. And Jeanette takes comfort in all of that. And Nicole. She's sweet, but wary. Appropriately cautious. Jeanette takes comfort in this, too. Her daughter knows not to talk to strangers, not to get in any cars with anyone for any reason. A buzz rattles the intercom and interrupts her thoughts.
Jeanette wipes her hands, hoists another child onto her hip, and presses the button. It's 11 o'clock on the dot now. Nicole's friend is right on time. Jeanette calls out and Nicole bounds out of her room, her bag packed and slung over her shoulder. Her eyes are lit up. She's excited. Jeanette leans in and tucks a piece of her brown hair behind her daughter's ear. A grin.
And just like that, Nicole's out the apartment door and running off down the hallway towards the bank of elevators. Jeanette stops the apartment door with her foot before it shuts all the way. There from the doorway, she watches as Nicole presses the button, then turns back to give her mom that smile she always gives.
Although Jeanette wonders if there might be a twinge of sadness in her daughter's smile this time. She knows her daughter's life has been a roller coaster these past few years. Since separating from her husband Art, she's been doing her best to hold things together. They really did try to make a good go of it. Art still lives nearby. He pays support, $50 a week like clockwork.
He shows up for the big and small things. Birthdays, dentist appointments, ice cream cones. But he and Jeanette still argue. Mostly about money, sometimes about Nicole. Other times, it's just for no reason at all. This weekend, the plan is to go to a nearby amusement park in attempted normalcy of acting like a family.
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Chapter 3: How did Nicole's disappearance come to light?
As the last few come and go, Jeanette asks the same thing. Could they keep an eye out for Nicole on their way out and tell her to head home? They all agree, but they turn up empty-handed. Nicole should have been back by now. Wouldn't she be hungry? It's way past lunchtime. Jeanette makes a phone call to Jenny's parents, and her mom answers.
She tells Jeanette that Nicole never came down, that her daughter has hurt feelings. Jenny's mother wonders out loud if something is wrong. Jeanette can barely bring herself to answer, and before long, it finally dawns on her. Something indeed seems very, very wrong. Jeanette opens Nicole's bedroom door, and it's exactly the same as it was that morning. Her toys are a mess. Bed made.
Her dresser just slightly ajar. Her beloved rat Bluebell is asleep in the wood shavings. Jeanette scans the room. Nicole's towel is still gone. Her bag too. She's not in the apartment. She's not at the pool. She's not with her friend. And just like that, the questions begin to form. By 6 p.m., the white hot sun outside has mellowed into gold.
Jeanette knows that she should be cooking dinner and winding down with her daughter, but instead, she's at a loss of what else to do except to alert the police. Once that's taken care of, there's one last call to make. Her ex, Art. She tries not to talk to Art unless she has to. There's just too much fighting. It's amazing that they stayed married for as long as they did. She bites her lip.
Despite it all, she knows that they need to be a team right now. She needs him. She dials and he picks up. She asks him flat out if he has Nicole. There's a pause. Her hand tightens around the receiver. She wants to scream, wants to accuse him of something, of taking her, of making a point, of being selfish and manipulative amidst the court battle. But his voice is steady, quiet even.
No, he hasn't seen her. And just like that, something cracks open inside of Jeanette. But the panic doesn't come as a rush. It comes on like a hum. A low vibration in her chest. Her heartbeat seems to slow. The heat. The edges of the room blur. She realizes how long it's been. How many hours Nicole's been gone. And right now, the police and Art are all on their way.
After 25 years on the force, Staff Sergeant John Luby has seen it all, and that includes missing kid cases. Most of the time, they turn up, out too late, lost track of time, maybe hiding to avoid a lecture, but they come home usually. The call from the superintendent's wife comes in just after 6 p.m. It's about a girl, eight years old.
She lives with her mother on the top floor of a sprawling high-rise. She's been gone since late morning. She headed off to the elevator and that was that. Sergeant Looby arrives at Jeanette's building to scope out the scene. Maybe this girl's just playing a game, he figures. Maybe she got in a fight with her mom. Any way you shake it, this place has far too many places to hide.
Basements and back hallways, elevator shafts and drains, garbage chutes and trash compactors. But Looby catches his mind wandering too far down that road and shudders. The missing girl's mother, Jeanette, meets him at the door. She's trying to stay calm, doing that thing parents do even though they're already halfway underwater. He studies her quickly. She's wringing her hands.
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Chapter 4: What actions did the police take after Nicole was reported missing?
I'm going to disappear. The search for Nicole Moran has begun, and it's expanding rapidly. Diver teams are called in, helicopters, roadblocks are set up, volunteers print and hand out 6,000 posters. Art is watching it all unfold, a drama he never consented to. A nightmare he can't awake from. He's seen the police procedurals, of course. Watched them from the comfort of his own couch.
It was just entertainment before, but now he's living it. Art feels nauseous as he begs John for more details. Anything. He didn't know his heart could beat so fast for so long. The police and community leave no stone unturned, and yet they find no trace of Nicole. Her parents decide to take a new tact. When Nicole is three days gone, they hold a press conference outside the police station.
Jeanette stands at the podium, reading a prepared statement for the assembled press. Art stands off to the side, watching her closely as she leans into the microphone, her voice low and trembling. She asks Nicole to be returned. To come home. There's a quiver in her voice. Pens scribble. Cameras click. Art watches the way she looks out over the crowd. Not at it, but over it.
Like she's speaking into a fog. Slight tightness around her eyes. Just enough to read as sorrow. As fatigue. As maternal grief. But curiously, Art sees something else. A performance. The way her shoulders lift on cue with the breath. The way she pauses perfectly between sentences. He wants to believe it's real, wants to believe that she's doing this because she's desperate.
But that nagging feeling that something is off, it hasn't left him. In fact, it's only gotten louder. Art thinks about the polygraph tests, the ones that they had to take earlier. Of course, he complied happily, if that's the right word. He passed, but so did Jeanette. He never knew her to be an actor, but he's beginning to see her differently now. Jeanette's statement is short.
The officers thank the press. Jeanette steps away from the mic, and Art knows what he needs to do next. He needs to take matters into his own hands. The police aren't moving quick enough. They aren't turning up any leads. He's frustrated and he needs to try something different. He's been spending more and more time in the apartment. And suddenly, it just makes sense. He'll move back in.
But he's not falling in love again. No, he's motivated by a need to be close. Not just in case Nicole comes back, but to keep an eye on Jeanette. Her behavior. Her movements. He needs to know if she knows more than she's saying. And so, he asks. Jeanette consents. And soon, Arndt is moving his belongings into the high-rise, 20 floors up the very elevator where his daughter was last seen.
The apartment still smells like Nicole. Sunscreen, bubblegum, the sweet scent of her shampoo. It lingers like a ghost. From the outside, maybe this looks like reconciliation to some. A divorced couple reunited. A united front. Especially for the reporters who keep coming and going. There are so many articles and somehow still never enough.
Art and Jeanette play the part, a fractured family trying to hold together. But behind the door of their apartment, it's something else entirely. Quiet, frozen, tense. Every word carries weight, every silence a test. The distance between them has grown into something vast, and even this, even Nicole, can't bridge it.
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Chapter 5: What important details emerged from Nicole's family and their situation?
He plays it over and over in his mind, the memory warped by grief. What really does she know? In that moment, Art has no way of knowing that as suspicious as he is of Jeanette, she's equally suspicious of him. Since the moment Nicole disappeared, Jeanette's wondered if Art knows where Nicole is.
And if that gut instinct, a mother's intuition, is the only reason she allowed him to move back in, she, as it turns out, wants to keep a closer eye on him. The years start to stack up like unopened letters. Jeanette marks them quietly on anniversaries, on the birthdays Nicole never had. Other names start to surface.
Girls from nearby towns, from across the country, all about the same age, and Jeanette reads about all of them. She clips their photos from the paper. They all ended the same way. Found, but never alive. And so, Jeanette thinks maybe it's a mercy that Nicole hasn't been found. Maybe, in a way, this could be a positive thing. She keeps Nicole's bedroom exactly the same.
Every morning, she dusts the dresser, tidies the sheets, places Bluebell's old cage on the windowsill where the sun hits it just right. In March of 1986, the police disband the task force. The trail is cold, and they can't keep allocating so many resources. They had spent almost $2 million that first year, but for what? Not even peace of mind.
Jeanette and Art are still living together in the apartment. She's not sure if it was the right decision after all. Nicole's disappearance has changed Art. When Jeanette looks at him now, she sees a man possessed by the specter of loss, driven mad. When she closes her eyes, she can remember him as he was all those years ago. A quiet, steady, hardworking man. The man she once fell in love with.
But that man has vanished too. She looks at herself in the mirror and clocks the toll that this has all taken on her. She sees a woman looking back at her with dark, hollowed eyes and creases unrecognizable. A flicker of recognition, perhaps, but she feels like grief has taken hold of and made a shapeshifter out of her. She dreams of Nicole more often now, not always as a child.
Sometimes she's older, a teenager, grown up, changed by time. Jeanette begins to wonder, what if Nicole really did run away? That handwritten message in her notebook, it still haunts her. I'm going to disappear. She wanted to think that it was nothing, but maybe it was something all along.
It's the summer of 1987 now, and Jeanette is alone in Art's office, thumbing through paperwork, searching for something trivial. A phone number, a memo, newspaper clippings. And that's when a familiar word catches her eye. Her own name. Curious, she lifts the folder, heart tightening, and then she sees it all.
Surveillance details, personal histories, private notes about places she's been, conversations she's had, her entire life dissected. Aren't tired a private investigator, and he's been spying on her this entire time. Her ears ring in the silence. She was never supposed to find this out. Jeanette crumbles. She confronts him. How in the world could he do this to her? She calls him paranoid.
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