Part One: A New Job
There was a girl named Yolanda. She was 17 years old and had just started a new job.
Her job was in a small village called Beenham. She worked for a family named Jagger, helping them take care of their young daughter.
Yolanda was happy. Her last job hadn’t been great—she worked at a gas station. But now, things were better. Her new job was close to home, and her parents, two younger brothers, and boyfriend all lived nearby.
The Jaggers lived in a lovely house called Oakwood, set on a farm. They treated Yolanda well and gave her freedom. She could tell her friends, “I’m allowed to go out at night and come back at 2 a.m!” At her own home, her parents would never let her stay out that late.
Yolanda loved her new job. The little girl was sweet, and the Jaggers liked Yolanda too. She was smart, quick to learn, and enjoyed taking walks in the evening.
Part Two: Something Bad Happened
It was Friday, October 28th, almost 10 p.m. Yolanda had written a letter to her boyfriend and wanted to mail it.
She told the Jaggers, “I’m going to the post office.” Mrs. Jagger looked outside—it was dark. She said, “It’s not safe to go alone.” But the post office closed at 11, and Mrs. Jagger figured Yolanda would be back soon.
They said, “Okay, but come back quickly.” They gave her a key so she could let herself in when she returned.
Yolanda went to a pub in the village called The Six Bells. She mailed her letter, bought a pack of cigarettes, and sat alone smoking one. She didn’t talk to anyone. Then she left the pub. It was 10:35 p.m.
But Yolanda never came home.
Part Three: Searching for Yolanda
The next morning, Saturday, Mrs. Jagger got up and checked Yolanda’s room. The bed was untouched. Yolanda hadn’t come back.
Mrs. Jagger thought maybe Yolanda had stayed at a friend’s house. She waited. By noon, Yolanda was still missing. Worried, she called the police. “Yolanda didn’t come home,” she said. “She’s gone.”
On Sunday, some workers were at Mr. Jagger’s father’s farm. In a cowshed, they found clothes—bloody clothes.
Mr. Jagger rushed to the farm. He saw the clothes. They were Yolanda’s—the same ones she wore Friday night.
Everyone started searching. They looked around the farm, near the house. Finally, Mr. Jagger found Yolanda’s body in a ditch. She was dead. People were heartbroken.
The police came. They said Yolanda had been murdered. But who did it? No one knew. Everyone in the village was scared.
Part Four: Many Years Later
Yolanda was killed in 1966.
In 1967, tragedy struck again. Two nine-year-old girls—best friends—were murdered. The police quickly found the killer: a man named David. He lived in Beenham. He went to prison.
But what about Yolanda? The police still didn’t know who had killed her. Many believed it was a stranger passing through the village.
Time passed. Forty-four years went by. It was now 2010. The police had new technology—DNA testing.
They re-examined Yolanda’s belongings and found DNA. Whose was it? David’s.
It turned out David had killed Yolanda back in 1966.
By 2012, David was 64 and still in prison. The police told him, “You killed Yolanda.” He couldn’t deny it. The DNA proved it.
David remains in prison, serving time for all the terrible things he did.
The End
This story shows that even if a bad person gets away with something for years, the truth can still come out. And when it does, justice follows.