This is my first post here. Forgive me as I ramble.
I'm a Philadelphian, but only by default. I moved here about 15 years ago. I love my adopted city, though sometimes it will break your heart. Last March this case was all over the local news. I read a lot of true crime, but somehow it had completely eluded my attention. Since then it's stayed with me.
Today I was struck by the impulse and so I did a deep dive, which is how I discovered this thread. It's heartening to see how many people, going back to 2010, were interested in following what the world would eventually know to be the murder of Lisa Todd (literally "the world", this case got press even in the UK.) It's important to discuss and remember.
I find it unsettling to consider how that kid spent a little over 2 years laying on her back across some pipes, underground in an abandoned distillery; her, and the kid she was carrying. I've been wondering, anytime over the past 15 years, have I unknowingly interacted with the individual who did this to her? Could he have sat next to me on the bus? Could he have been driving it? Have I passed him on the street downtown? How many times? It bothers me how this individual is almost certainly...still out here. With the rest of us. I'm not scared of him, I just despise him.
I watched an interview with Lisa's sister, Linda, this afternoon, from last March, where she says she feels she knows who likely did it. She's remarkably merciful, seemingly not interested in pursuing him (surely the cops bear alternative sentiments...) Though she did, at the end, state her belief that he'll undoubtedly go to hell. It's my opinion that she might be right.
For a while I lived in Fishtown, a neighborhood in northeast Philly, not too far south from Frankford, where Lisa lived. I liked it there, but it was impossible not to notice it was a community that didn't seem to always "value" its...young women. I lived there 9 years, and I saw more than one young girl, middle school age, who eventually started showing a baby bump, sooner than later. Obviously I never knew Lisa (I was in 2nd grade when she disappeared, on far away Cape Cod where I grew up), but I feel like I almost kind of do. Or at least I know
of her. That said, I can't imagine the loneliness of being 14 and pregnant in Frankford.
The one photograph we have of her kind of haunts me. There is
an entire world of personality and character in that face. Arms crossed. Head subtly cocked to one side. Ever so slight grin, telegraphing to the world how she was already over it before the photographer even made it go "click". There's a toughness in her, and a defiance. And an intellect. A soul, basically. And it's...all gone now. Some monstrous individual snuffed it out some cold October day for God knows what ridiculous, absurd reason.
I will continue to follow this case enthusiastically. I have to believe that the investigators behind the scenes, to quote Christopher Walken in "True Romance", are in a "vendetta kind of mood". Whoever did this needs to be held accountable. The idea that they may be sharing a trolley ride with me tomorrow is indeed unacceptable.
Thanks for letting a guy vent.

And thanks for keeping this in the public eye.