She was the kind of kid who did everything right. Cheri Lindsey — just 12 years old — was known throughout her Binghamton, New York neighborhood as the girl next door. Friendly. Athletic. Dependable. She was a seventh grader at East Middle School. Bright, kind, and always lending a hand, especially to her dad, a Binghamton police officer. During Little League games, you could find her behind the scoreboard, keeping track of every play. And after school? She delivered the Press and Sun, rain or shine. One of those kids who stuck to a routine.
March 26th, 1984, was one of those ordinary days. A Friday. Cheri had gone to collect money on her paper route. She told her parents she’d be back soon. She had plans. She was collecting payments that day, earning money to help throw a baby shower for her teacher.
She left her home a little before 3 p.m. She never came back.
