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Lindsey led McLean into her mother’s bedroom. The veteran detective immediately picked up on a few things that looked suspicious. “Her closet was immaculate,” McLean said. “But nothing was missing. There were no spaces between the clothes to indicate she’d taken any clothes with her, and no shoes appeared to be missing, either.”

McLean’s gaze also was drawn to the three pairs of eyeglasses on the nightstand. “These are all things that you’d take with you if you were going somewhere,” the detective said. Another anomaly: In the small master bathroom, with its contemporary fixtures, a dark stain marred the wooden floor. Stephen told the detectives his wife caused the discoloration by spilling hair dye.

Tara did often have her hair dyed, though she usually patronized a fancy beauty parlor. In fact, Stephen and Tara once had an epic argument over her $200 tab for a haircut and color at the ritzy Salon Moulin Rouge in Shelby Township, Stephen later recounted.

McLean allowed Lindsey to show her around the rest of the house, where the child proudly pointed out her favorite pictures and playthings. As she escorted McLean, dark-haired Lindsey, a miniature version of Tara, confidently told the officer her mother was “at work in another country.”

But, she told the detective, “my mom will be coming home soon.”