It is a story that has perplexed and angered North Mississippians for twenty-five years. What happened to thirteen year-old Leigh Occhi? In this true crime series from WTVA Podcasts, every angle is pursued. And just maybe, questions will be answered.
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Until now, JLU's investigation of a haunting disappearance in North Mississippi has been fragmented. Here, for the first time, all findings are brought together in one series. Based on years of research and interviews with involved parties, in addition to historical research, "Honey Locust" spotlights the short life of thirteen year-old Leigh Occhi…
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Big Heart Broken, Episode 1: The Fog
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When Shondra May went missing back in 1986, her parents hoped their high school senior had gone away with her boyfriend on a whim. They prayed for a best case answer to their questions. What they eventually got was a worst case outcome. In this new investigative podcast series from A Sip of Justice, (recently rebranded from The Usry Network,) hear …
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When is a coincidence too great to ignore? A look at one man with ties to Leigh Occhi begs that question. This episode features that investigation, plus news on the reason for the show's two-month hiatus and the introduction of a new key player on the podcast.Autor: WTVA Podcasts
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In the second episode of "13," delve deeper into the reasons so many North Mississippians believe Leigh Occhi's own mother was responsible for her disappearance.Autor: WTVA Podcasts
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In the first episode of this WTVA Podcast, return to the scene where thirteen year-old Leigh Occhi went missing, leaving behind only a bloodied nightgown.Autor: WTVA Podcasts
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13: The Search for Leigh Occhi (preview episode)
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Get an early sampling of what is to come in the series.Autor: WTVA Podcasts
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