Show Notes
Jeju, February 2009. A young daycare teacher leaves her boyfriend's place in the middle of the night and calls for a taxi. That's the last thing anyone can say for sure she did. A week later, she's found dead in a farm drainage ditch. Nine years after that, police arrest a taxi driver, and they're convinced they finally have their man. Three courts disagreed. Today, the case can never be tried against him again, and nobody else has ever been charged.
Jeju Daycare Teacher Murder (제주 보육교사 살인 사건) · 2009-02-01 · Jeju City, Jeju Province — last contact in Yongdam-dong; body found in a farm drainage ditch near Gonaebong, Aewol-eup
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