First, I want to thank all of you involved in trying find Raymond. I am his only son. He knew I existed, but I don't believe the police knew at the time. I submitted a DNA sample to NAMUS roughly around the time this thread was created. I was two years old when Ray disappeared and have never met him. I believe very strongly that my mother Paula A Coffman (AKA Paula Ann Stewart, Paula Ann Peters, Paula Ann Moog), and her future husband (my step-dad), John Michael Peters, had something to do with his disappearance. Around the time of his disappearance, my mother was going through a divorce from William Curtis Stewart. This is an important detail because he was stuck with the child-support payments for me as he was on the birth certificate. William C Stewart is not my biological dad though. Raymond is. My step father, John Michael Peters, later went to prison for murder when I was 14 years old. I believe that my mother was either directly involved in the disappearance, or that she had someone (probably John Peters) kill him to ensure that she got child support from William C Stewart for me. I was told my whole life that I lived in Hawaii until I was two years old. However, when I found the Doe mentioned above, I question my mother about it and she changed her story. Now instead of being in Hawaii until I was two, I was there until I was three. Even if I was two, that would have put my mother in Florida (not Hawaii) a minimum of four months after Raymond's disappearance. When I questioned my mother about it she started bawling. I found that to be very strange considering she hadn't seen him in years. They were high school sweethearts and even went to prom together. Some other important details are: 1. My step father - John Michael Peters knew details about Raymond's disappearance, that are not public. He told me when I was eleven years old that "the last time anyone had seen my father he had a Mohawk, canoe, and a bible." 2. When I was around five or six I was with John Peters, when he found an abandoned canoe near a lake somewhere in south Florida. We lived in Green acres at the time. I have passed all of this info on to the detective who is in charge of this case. I haven't heard from him in months and I honestly don't have the stomach to deal with it anymore because I'm 100% certain my mother had something to do with it.
