Car Of Mom Who Vanished 23 Years Ago Found With Heartbreaking Evidence

Human remains were discovered inside the automobile of a lady who vanished 23 years ago in Arkansas along with her kid, according to investigators.

According to a statement from the Pope County Sheriff’s Office, Adventures With Purpose, a nonprofit organization that works to solve cold cases across the country, discovered Samantha Jean Hopper’s car on Tuesday in eight feet of water.

On September 11, 1998, Hopper was reported missing.

“Samantha was reported to have been traveling to drop her daughter, Courtney Holt, off before continuing on to a concert in Little Rock; however, Samantha, her daughter, and her blue Ford Tempo were never located,” the statement read.

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The charity organization found the car buried eight feet under water.

Officials said that the human remains in the car will be transported to the Arkansas State Crime Lab in Little Rock for DNA analysis.

“The Pope County Sheriff’s Office would like to send our sincere condolences to the family of Samantha Hopper and Courtney Holt, and we are thankful to have been a small part of helping bring this 23-year-old case to closure,” the department stated.

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Dezarea, Hopper’s daughter, noted on a memorial page that her mother was nine months pregnant at the time of her disappearance.

About two was Dezarea’s sister’s age. According to Dezarea, the finding of their bodies was a “relief.”

Adventures With Purpose also stated in a statement, “Samantha and her two babies have now been brought home.”

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