MISSING: Kent Jacobs

It was a little windy that March morning in Hope Mills, North Carolina, spring was just around the corner. On a crisp, dry day. In a ranch-style house on McDonald Road, Kent, Jacobs pulled on a familiar weekend uniform his black Harley Davidson sweatshirt and his black sneakers. Kent and his mom had a Sunday routine she would head to church.

It was a few miles, at least three or four miles.

That is Kent's brother, Keith Jacobs. He says. Kent's destination on his weekend walks was a place close to Kent's heart, the neighborhood where Kent grew up. Where he could hang out with his childhood friends for a few hours. Kim Baber is Kent's sister.

I'm just saying, Kent is all you had to say. Everybody knew who he was.

Most Sundays, Kent's mom got home first, she knew Kent would walk through the door by 5 p..m. and he was never late until that Sunday. March 10, 2002, that was the moment when everything changed, because that was the day Kent Jacobs didn't come home.

Walked in my mom's house and my mom's home by herself, upset, crying. I knew in my gut then I was like, this is bad. It was a different kind of upset for my mom for the first time that I'd ever experienced. When it came to Kent, I knew my mom knew something was wrong.

Before we go on, here's something important to know about Kent Jacobs. He was a 41-year-old man with a developmental disability that had left him with the mental capacity of a child. If Kent were in trouble, he might not even know it, or he might not know how to escape it.

I dream about him still quite a bit, and I'll be honest with you.

Your life changed a lot. as a result of this, you left New York.

I did, I made a decision that I need to go back to North Carolina.

It's also the story of a mystery that haunts a retired detective.

It keeps me up at night, I play the shoulda woulda coulda game.

She found a tantalizing clue buried in a case file. It might or might not be the key to unlocking this puzzle. You think this is all going to end with Kent Jacobs being found?

I hope so, I pray it does.

Please listen closely because you or someone you know might have information that could help solve this mystery. And maybe give the Jacobs family the answers. They're still waiting for two decades later.

Very much, very much. And then, of course, we have the, I guess the odd one, Jackie.

How'd she escape? Or did they run out of K's?

Yeah, but yeah, that kind of made us, I guess, unique in our own little way.

Dr Kim says Kent's disability never defined him or their family. He went to the same public high school they attended, where he took classes for kids with intellectual disabilities.

I mean, he was his big brother. If you met him, yeah, maybe you would notice that. There was a delay there. But not anything that kept him from doing what he wanted, doing things he loved.

Kent was passionate about two things in particular, and everyone who knew him knew that.

Loved, you know, Harley-Davidson's and then got into NASCAR racing when he was a fan of something he was a diehard fan.

He was in a NASCAR and Harleys, even though he didn't drive and couldn't ride a motorcycle.

That's correct, that's correct. But loved just the sport of it.

He loved the sound of them, the noise, he just loved the excitement of them.

That's Kent's brother, Keith, again.

It was tough keeping up with him, he was just always on the go.

In his early 20s, Kent moved into a group home. It's where he lived during the week and where he had a job doing custodial work for Cumberland County, there in North Carolina. On Fridays, Kent's mom, Martha, would pick him up and bring him home for the weekend. Keith, 10 years younger than Kent, looked forward to those visits.

He always gave me a great big hug and he was genuinely happy to see me. And that's. It's such a beautiful feeling when you know there's one person in the world who is genuinely happy to see you.

On those weekends, home, Kent was a familiar face in Hope Mills. All six square miles of it, he'd go off on walks. You never worried about that.

Absolutely never worried about it, always came back.

For almost 20 years, this was Kent's routine. It would take him an hour or so to walk to the neighborhood where his childhood friends still lived. He was visiting guys he'd grown up with, people he knew.

Yeah, yeah, people, he knew, people we knew.

And they were expecting him.

Yeah, yeah, you know, it wasn't necessarily a scheduled thing, but they knew it's Sunday, Kent will probably be around today. There's sports on TV, that sort of thing.

March 10th, 2002, was like any other Sunday. Kent left knowing he had to be home by 5 p..m because on Sunday nights his mom would drive him back to the group home. Now, dusk was turning to dark, the sun set around 6.20 p..m. But Kent Jacobs still had not come home. Concern was spreading among his siblings, most of whom lived out of state.

We're all on this internal clock with him, like, Wait, it's 5 o'clock, he has to be back. It was clockwork with him, It was routine, it was muscle memory.

His mom, Martha, called the sheriff's office, and her other children made plans to come home. Kim, who lived about an hour's drive north, arrived first and set out to find Kent. She says. That's when it hit her her hometown had become a stranger.

I was in my car, driving around, like, I don't know, almost like in the lost world, I'm riding around. You know, the neighborhood where I would think that he was. But it had changed so much. And I'm like, where am I? And I'm now trying to find people, you know, to ask questions to. And again, I don't know these people anymore. You know, I had been gone now years.

Hope Mills sits on the outskirts of Fayetteville, North Carolina. When the Jacobs family moved there in the late 60s, it was a town of less than 2,000. By 2002, its population had grown to nearly 12,000, and so had the number of people mixed up in drugs. Did Kent really perceive that?

No, he would have not had that capacity to do that. Because the people that he hung out with, they continued to live in their parents homes. If you would, they were still in the same community. So to him, that little section of the world, I'm sure, through his eyes, stayed the same.

Now, as Kent's siblings retraced his steps, they saw a world that had changed, a world brimming with menace, and Kent was missing somewhere within it.

It was almost like, because he was an adult, missing a missing adult. It was like, What do you want us to do? And I'm thinking, Oh my gosh, I need your help. Just remembered somebody coming in and handed me a stack of paper. It was flyers that said missing. And it had my brother on it and handed them to me and told me to go pass them out.

Police would say to you, Look, he's an adult, he can go wherever he wants. He's not required to check in with you or anybody else. And you would say, no, you don't understand.

That's right at this point now. This is not a normal adult. It's like, for the first time, we had to explain this is a person with special needs. We need your help. This is something has happened to our brother.

Legally, 41-year-old Kent Jacobs was no question an adult. more precisely, he was a middle-aged man with the intellect of a child. In 2002, when Kent vanished, there were amber alerts for missing children, but what did not exist were specialized public alert systems for missing people with special needs. Kim believes valuable time was lost in those early hours when she says investigators didn't seem to feel a sense of urgency to look for Kent.

They started, you know, again, kind of connecting the dots a little bit, I think, and it started to kind of come together. And then, yeah, it was kind of like, having their force with us started to make a difference. You know, that's when people, you know, the town noticed, the communities noticed, it was like people started talking.

Kim was no longer the only one asking questions. Kent's other siblings had rushed to North Carolina from Seattle, from New York and from Oklahoma City. Determined to help find their brother. They spread out, retracing Kent's steps that Sunday, knocking on doors, looking for information.

They would say, yes, Kent was here, he was here for an hour or so, and then he left. And then we asked, What do you know where he went? And they said, well, he'd mentioned going to So-and-So's house, so we would go to that person's house and they would say that Kent was here, and then he left.

The family pieced together Kent's movements on March 10, 2002.

And that's the last time anybody can physically put a time on. When they saw him. The clock stopped and we can't get past 5 o'clock and nobody will tell us what happened after 5 o'clock.

I don't know, you know what to look for in people's stories when they're telling you something.

Anybody you thought wasn't giving it to you straight.

There were a couple people who I thought maybe weren't being completely forthcoming about what they knew about what happened to Kent. I think some people were not telling us, everyone who was with them when they saw Kent and that sort of thing.

Some of Kent's childhood friends now had very adult problems, drug habits and rap sheets for crimes ranging from felony drug possession to armed robbery. Keith didn't think those friends would ever harm Kent, but he worried about the people they hung out with, who also had their share of criminal convictions. Had Kent crossed paths with any of them? On the day he disappeared, would he have been trusting of people he didn't know? would he have gone somewhere with them?

I don't think he would have left the house with them.

Of course, there was no guarantee that Kent hadn't stumbled into trouble. That 5 p..m. sighting of Kent on Brooklyn Circle was close to the property of a man named Cliff Jones, whose own past included a manslaughter conviction.

We found Cliff Jones and some people in one of his rental trailers and they were just cleaning it. It seemed to me they were really trying to clean this trailer. I mean, to a great extent, maybe this was just a standard cleaning of a trailer. But they had, you know, chemicals out and buckets out and that sort of thing.

Does he say why he's cleaning the trailer so hard?

I didn't ask and he didn't state.

Is Cliff Jones helpful to you in that conversation?

No, not very. He told us he didn't see Kent and that he didn't know anything about anything.

Keith says he told sheriff's deputies about his visit to Cliff Jones and all the other tips he'd heard. Were they taking this seriously?

They were, they were.

Ask any of Kent's brothers or sisters and they'll tell you. His favorite day of the year was March 16th, his birthday. Maybe because in a big family, it was something he didn't have to share that year. Kent's 42nd birthday arrived six days after he vanished when law enforcement and volunteers fanned out across the woods and streams near where he'd last been seen. People searched in kayaks and four wheelers, on bikes and on foot, they didn't find any trace of Kent Jacobs.

His birthday was coming up a week from then and he just wanted to have some extra cash on him. And my, you know? So my mother gave it to him. I don't think she anticipated him taking it with him.

Another theory Someone gave Kent drugs. He overdosed, They panicked and disposed of his body. You ever hear of Kent using drugs recreationally or illegally, or?

No, he would occasionally have a beer, but he wasn't a drug user.

Neither theory seemed to go anywhere, and certainly didn't bring the family any closer to finding Kent. Summer turned to fall alongside the highway that skirts Hope Mills, Kent. Jacobs gazed out from a billboard, grinning in a black baseball cap, his name in bold letters over his supersized photo, next to the words missing and reward. And so each time Kim visited her mom, she had to drive past her brother.

And, you know, part of you is like, Wow, if you know if just one person can see that and help us. But in the same sense, yeah, that's your brother on a billboard that says, missing, you know, help us, you know, whatever. And you become, I guess, a person in a story that you never want to be a part of.

Keith had known since he was a teenager that he would end up his older brother's protector, even so nothing had prepared him for this.

It, um, it made me feel like I failed my brother, like I wasn't, like I failed to to protect him.

So Keith put his life in New York City on hold and moved back to North Carolina to help keep the search alive. His sister, Jackie, had quit her job, too.

She deserves most of the credit for keeping Kent's name in the paper and in the news.

It all took a toll. Some of the tips that came in were pretty terrible, hard to hear.

Yeah, yeah, it was. Um. There were stories about Kent being, oh, man, killed with a baseball bat, there were stories about Kent being thrown down. A well, um, just things you never want to hear about anyone you love, you know?

And any one of them might be true, or they might all not be true.

Yeah, exactly exactly.

The leads slowed to a trickle and then dried up. A billboard with Kent's photo on it blew down during a Carolina storm. Eight years went by, and that's when someone new took a look at Kent's case file with fresh eyes her name.

Not a shoe, not a shirt, nothing. It's like he dropped off the face of the earth.

There was no physical evidence for Nan to examine, but there was a very long paper trail.

When I got the case, there were banker's boxes filled with notes and I took a legal pad and started writing down. Who had been talked to, who had called in a tip.

So I mean, what are we talking about? Hundreds of tips.

Yes.

One of those tips would send the detective straight to a judge to ask for a search warrant.

So.

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A lot of detectives will tell you there are cases that keep working on them long after they've turned in their badges.

When I first went into Miss Jacobs House, Miss Martha is what I call her. You walk into the living room and the wall has pictures of Kent with his relatives in various stages of his life, and you go into his bedroom. And she has a candle in the window, it's one of those electronic candles like you have in the window at Christmas, and she leaves it turned on all the time. And it's so that Kent will find his way back home.

Except for that candle, Martha kept Kent's room just as it was on March 10, 2002.

When I first got into homicide, I thought, Well, you make an arrest, you go home for the day, and that's not it at all. You have to close the doors of every lead that you get, of every tip that you get. The door has to be closed to make sure that it's been investigated fully.

She started looking for open doors, and that's how she found it. A tip buried in Kent's file. It didn't come from just anyone.

I noticed that there was a gentleman named Hank Harris. now. Hank Harris is important because Hank Harris is the fire chief at the volunteer Fire Department.

In the language of law enforcement, Hank Harris was a solid citizen. And in the years after Kent disappeared, the fire chief told investigators he'd had a visit from someone who said he had information about Kent. Jacobs. That person was Cliff Jones, and if that name sounds familiar, that's because he's the guy. Keith says he saw cleaning a trailer with chemicals and buckets just days after Kent disappeared.

According to statements that I'd read, Cliff was drunk and he went to the fire department. And he told Hank that Kent was buried in a refrigerator on his property.

Nan says that if you know these people the way she does. That claim wasn't as far-fetched as it might seem. Cliff Jones was known to use his property as his personal landfill.

Clifton had a backhoe, and he buried everything, He buried trailers, he buried trash, he buried.

In that conversation with Hank Harris, does Mr Jones say I know he's buried there because I killed him? Or I know he's buried there because I was there when he died? Or does he just say I know that he's buried on my property in a refrigerator?

I know he's buried there on my property, in a refrigerator.

He's not admitting guilt here.

Right, no.

So you may be wondering, what did investigators back in the day learn when they checked out this intriguing tip?

I kept searching the paperwork and I didn't see where there was a follow-up with Hank.

And no one follows this up.

Well, there were so many leads coming in, and with all the paperwork that I had, I'm sure there's something that I didn't do or follow up on. So it happens, it fell through the crack.

By 2010, following up on that tip and closing that door was at the top of Nan's list. She wanted to know as much as she could, and that's when she hit a wall. One that's familiar to Cold case detectives.

Clif was deceased.

Whatever secrets Clif Jones had, they went with him to his grave. The fire chief, however, was very much alive.

In April of 2010, I went and talked to Hank, and Hank restated exactly what I found in the notes.

And you found Hank, the fire chief, credible.

Yes, Sir, I did.

He doesn't have any reason to lie about that.

No, sir, he does not.

Got a warrant to search the property of the late Clif Jones. She persuaded a forensic archaeologist and a geophysicist from North Carolina State University to help.

Scientists and their high tech tools have joined the search for a Cumberland County man missing for eight years.

It was big news on local television. Cumberland County Sheriff's Office brought them in today to look for the remains of Kent Jacobs on a warm Wednesday morning. In May 2010, they began working their way across the property, about three and a half acres, dotted with tall trees and the occasional trailer. They were looking for the refrigerator that Clif Jones claimed Kent was buried in.

We uncovered parts of a mobile home, we uncovered hot water heaters, we uncovered all kinds of trash and debris.

But no refrigerator.

No sir, no refrigerator.

As the day went on, the search became more difficult, Detective Trogdon said. Some areas were thick with bamboo and impossible to reach, and that wasn't the only problem.

It was marshy and we came upon a lot of water, it was also getting dark and the more we started digging.

Nann said they dug up rusted metal, old carpet and other debris that made them worried. Families were living on the land in mobile homes, so was the search team digging up any toxic trash.

So with the lateness of the hour and everything that we were doing, we had to stop the search.

And that, according to what the sheriff's office told the local paper, was that. A deputy said the search of the Jones property was successful and had ruled out a lead. Not everyone agreed. Detective Trogdon believes the searchers failed to examine 30 to 40 percent of the area. And it's not just Nann saying that.

It's possible, Sir, yes.

That was more than 10 years ago and there have been no new searches. Kent's sister Kim, does not understand why.

I feel like, yeah, it's almost like you're toying with us now with that one piece of information, and why can't it be done? Like, who is the authority to come in and make it happen? I'm like, if this was a child, if this was a child of tender age, would we not have searched that property by now?

I would like to have that property searched properly just to rule it out, if nothing else.

Almost a year after that search, investigators told NBC affiliate WRAL.

You have to close the doors of every lead that you get, of every tip that you get. I personally don't feel like Clifton Jones property, that door is partially closed, it's not closed all the way.

Nan says she volunteered to keep working on Kent's case in retirement, but the sheriff's office turned her down. They told us that when a deputy retires, they turn back into a regular citizen, which means no access to sensitive law enforcement information.

I just, I feel like I let the family down.

I don't think they feel that you let them down, I think they feel that you worked pretty damn hard on this.

I appreciate that.

It has been 21 years since Kent Jacobs vanished.

Each and every day.

For the families of the missing, time has a way of tempering expectations. Martha Jacobs has started making small changes to Kent's room.

She's a mother, so yeah, of course she's going to hold out hope against hope, but she's a woman of faith. And I'm honestly thinking, at this point, she's beginning to accept that maybe, just maybe she will see her son in a different life. You know, she may not know what happened to him in this, but she believes she will see him in a different life.

Keith moved back to New York and took his search for answers with him. For Kim, the past is always present because these questions just won't go away.

I guess in my mind, it's like, what went wrong that day? I still don't understand why. There's no trace, there's nothing. I can't tell you how many times I thought I was so close, and it's almost like we were right there. But we couldn't find this one more clue to finish it.

Nan Trogdon believes this case can still be solved. Are you convinced that somebody out there still knows what happened to Kent Jacobs?

I am, I am thoroughly convinced of that somebody somewhere knows what happened. It's still not too late to come to the sheriff's office to tell what you know.

And so this is where you can help. 5'6 and 150 pounds, with dark, curly hair and brown eyes. That was Kent Jacobs on March 10, 2002, and he was last seen walking about a mile from the Colonial Heights neighborhood in Hope Mills. If you have any information, if you saw him walking that day, or if you've heard anything about what might have happened, call the Cumberland County Sheriff's Office at 910-323-1500..

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