Hello, my loyal true crime readers! I’m excited to present a guest post by Emily G. Thompson. Emily is a true crime reporter, author , and podcaster from Northern Ireland. She is the author of “Unsolved Child Murders” and “Unsolved Murders: True Crime Cases Uncovered.” She also runs the website and podcast Morbidology, where she covers a number of fascinating true crime cases, predominantly those that remain unsolved today.
Enjoy the guest post ~ Christine
Montverde, Florida, is a small tight-knit community approximately 36 miles west from the booming city of Orlando. During the 80s, the minuscule town boasted of having around just 400 residents. It was commonplace for residents to leave their doors unlocked at night without qualms. Everybody knew their neighbours and felt safe. The town is bordered by Lake Apopka on one side and on the other, thriving citrus groves. Unfortunately, however, in 1980 this lakeside town just off the Florida panhandle was the scene of a murder that would leave the residents more than unsettled.
One resident of Montverde was 12-year-old Georgia Crews. Georgia was a student at Minneola Elementary School who lived in Highlands Avenue with her mother, Linda, her father, Mike, and her two older brothers, 15-year-old Charles and 16-year-old Tony. The fifth-grader had baby-blonde hair and brown eyes. She absolutely adored her bulldog, Tiger, and had a penchant for Kenny Rogers. Her favourite snack was Rice Krispies and in her free time, she designed and even sewed her own clothes.1 On the weekend, she would go to Sunday school at the local United Methodist Church.
On the afternoon of the 8th of April, 1980, Georgia’s parents left the family home to go fishing for catfish on Lake Florence with Charles. This was a common occurrence in the Crews household; Mike worked as a commercial fisherman and Lake Florence was literally a stone’s throw from their front door. This day, however, Georgia and Tony both decided to stay at home. At some time between 5:30PM and 6PM that evening, Georgia and Tiger left home to go to the Stop & Go on Country Road 455 where her mother worked.2 Stop & Go, which was approximately a mile from Georgia’s home, was the only convenience store in the town. Dusk was fast approaching and Georgia was “mortally afraid of the dark” so she wouldn’t be long, she assured her brother.3
Georgia was wearing jeans, a tank top, and was barefoot – one of her many quirks. She had wanted to purchase snacks before settling down at her friend’s house to enjoy Kenny Rogers in The Gambler.
Georgia never made it to her friend’s house. In fact, she never even made it to the convenience store.
When Georgia didn’t arrive home within an hour, Tony rushed around the neighbourhood calling out her name. Outside, Tiger sat at the crossroad just down the street from their home, refusing to move. When Linda and Mike returned home to find a frantic Tony exclaiming that Georgia hadn’t come home from the shop, they called police. By midnight, a search was already underway. Shoulder to shoulder, the search party, assisted by Georgia’s family, trudged through the woodland and through the orange groves. Lake Florence near the family home was dragged but to no avail. Investigators called in a bloodhound named “Lt. Bo” who was sent through the surrounding swampland in search of a scent. A search helicopter was sent into the sky for a bird’s eye view. There was no sign of Georgia other than a trail of child-sized footprints in the dusty roadway leading from her home.
Due to being so similar in age, Chuck and Tony took Georgia’s disappearance especially hard. Tony couldn’t help but blame himself; he felt as though he should have walked to the convenience store with Georgia. “Me and them two boys, we searched places that hadn’t been seen by man in probably 100 years. There were places we had to carry ladders in and just walk across swamps,” said Mike.4
With a then-population of just 397, the concerned community rallied together in a desperate attempt to bring Georgia home safely. Almost half of the entire population got involved in the investigation, whether by handing out flyers or physically searching the area. Nobody saw Georgia accompanied by anybody else nor did anybody witness her being forced into a car. Understandably, though, her family couldn’t help but think the worst. It wasn’t like Georgia to just wander off and not return home. Unfortunately, as her parents would soon discover, Georgia would never be returning home.
“Hello… yeah… you know that girl that you looking for… yeah, the twelve year old… yeah… she’s dead,” said the anonymous voice down the line before hanging up.5
Just two shorts days after Georgia’s disappearance, her parents received this chilling phone call. Georgia’s grandmother and the town police marshal’s wife also received similar phone calls. The phone calls were never able to be traced and have since been lost. The family would soon discover the grim phone calls were not a joke: Georgia really was dead.
On the 16th of April, a family of four was taking a shortcut from an apartment complex to a K-Mart near Casselberry, which was approximately 30 miles away from where Georgia disappeared. Along this route, they couldn’t help but notice a pungent smell emanating in the warm spring air. As they inspected where the smell was wafting from, they stumbled across an unimaginable scene. Discarded among the slight woodland and weeds, they discovered the deceased body of Georgia. She was found face up, with one leg bent at the knee. Her body was so decomposed that she needed to be identified by medical and dental records. Her family never had to identify her.
The bubbly fifth-grader had been stabbed once in the back. An autopsy concluded that she hadn’t been sexually assaulted. Georgia’s parents first heard about the discovery of the body from a friend who had been watching the news. That evening when police knocked on the door, they already knew what they were there to tell them.
Linda and Mike Crews
The shocking murder rocked the small community. Was a sadistic child killer lurking amongst the townsfolk? “People were scared,” said Jim Manna, the town marshal and only police officer the town had. “The general consensus was that it was done by somebody local, and he was still in town.” Did Georgia accept a ride from a local? This belief was solidified by the fact that there were no signs of a struggle where her footprints ended along the dusty roadway just a short distance from her home. Georgia’s family thought back to Tiger’s reluctance to move from the nearby crossroad.
One of the main suspects in the slaying was Albert Lara who came to investigator’s attention in September of 1980. Lara was incarcerated in prison in Fort Madison, Iowa, for the murder of 15-year-old Jill Annette Peters when he confessed to Lake County Sheriff Malcolm McCall:
“I turned off what seemed to be a gravel road, well, a paved road. Half and half. And 300 yards or so, I spotted a girl there. I pulled over . . . pulled over on her side. She was opposite of me, and I started talking to her, asking directions. And while I was talking to her, a car went by. After the car passed, I grabbed her, got out of the car and threw her in the car. Drove up about two, maybe three hundred yards and spotted a house, so I turned around . . . I drove down a couple miles or so and pulled over where a bunch of trees were and kind of hid my car and . . . threw her in the back of the, I guess, the trunk or whatever. Then I drove on, found some trees, sat there and drank some beer, thought a while, and then I took her out of the trunk and put her in the back seat. I guess I commenced to rape her or something. She started struggling. She got away. I grabbed her, and at the time, my right hand found an object, an ice pick or a screwdriver or something, and I stabbed her on her lower back . . .”
Suspect Albert Lara Jr.
His confession was later declared as inconsistent with findings at the crime scene and Lara was ruled out as a subject in 1980 and again in 1994. “In reviewing the transcribed confession of Albert Lara, there were numerous facts given that were in direct conflict with what the investigators discovered at the crime scene and subsequent autopsies,” said Gordon Oldham, state attorney at the time. Lara was prone to false confessions and was said to confess to murders and other violent crimes countrywide that police could just not substantiate. Jim Manna theorised that Lana had confessed to the murder in the hopes that he would be transferred from the crumbling Iowa prison he was incarcerated in to a Florida prison.
The opinion in Lara’s guilt is very much divided, however, with other people associated with the investigation believing that he seemed to be a likely suspect in the murder. Leesburg Police Chief, Jim Brown explained: “Given all the information I had, and all the people I questioned, Lara still comes up the number-one suspect.”
For a number of years, the case remained cold and no new suspects were brought to the table. In 2013, however, 32 years after the murder, Georgia was back in the media when investigators announced that they finally had a new lead. Investigators had been reviewing the case when they came across a photograph of a cross necklace that Georgia was wearing when her body was discovered.
At the time of the initial investigation, a family friend of the Crews family told investigators that the necklace belonged to Georgia. Upon re-investigation, however, Georgia’s family contended that the necklace didn’t belong to Georgia; she often wore a small gold pendant that her grandmother had purchased her for Christmas. This necklace appeared to be a handmade from motorcycle parts. Linda believes that this necklace is key in identifying Georgia’s killer.
17 years have passed and the murder of Georgia still remains unsolved. The police investigated dozens of people over the years yet not one person saw anything amiss. In a town of approximately 400 people, that in itself is quite unusual. One would assume that if there were an outside vehicle or a new face in their quaint town then surely somebody would notice. This has led some to believe that the murder was perpetrated by one of their own. Was there a child killer in their midst that was a friendly face to Georgia? “Someone saw something about this little girl. Somebody knows what happened to this little girl,” said Detective Robert Jaymes.
- The Orlando Sentinel – 11 October, 1994 – “Ex-Detective Hopes Tip Solves Slaying”
- The Orlando Sentinel – 8 October, 1994 – “Trying Again to Find Montverde Girl’s Killer”
- Daytona Beach Morning Journal – 19 April, 1980 – “Murdered Girl’s Body Found”
- The Orlando Sentinel – 26 September, 2015 – “Murder of 12-year-old Lake County girl remains unsolved 35 years later”
- News 6 – 29 December, 2012 – “New evidence emerges in cold case disappearance and murder”