The grainy Polaroids that revealed my daughter’s fate after she was abducted at 16: The photos were so evil, they brought hardened criminals to tears. Now, LORENE BIBLE reveals her nightmare still isn’t over

When my daughter Lauria asked to spend the night at her best friend Ashley’s house, I agreed immediately. 

She had just turned 16 and had never given me or her father a moment of worry.

Plus, her aunt Pam, whom she was incredibly close to, had just died. I wanted her to have a nice time with her friend. 

I kissed her goodbye as she left for the sleepover. 

The next morning, I was working at the restaurant I managed when Lauria’s older brother called me.

He’d heard Ashley’s home was on fire. He’d tried desperately to get in touch with Lauria but hadn’t been able to.

Panicked, I was about to leave work when the police arrived to tell me the Freemans’ house had burned to the ground – but there was no sign of the girls.

I raced over there to find the place was a smouldering ruin.

Police wouldn’t let me or my husband near, but the body of an adult woman had been discovered.

It had to be Kathy, Ashley’s mother. Later, her father Danny’s body was also found. Both had been shot in the head.

This had been no ordinary house fire. It had clearly been set deliberately to cover up their murders.

As police began to investigate, it emerged Danny had been selling drugs.

I immediately thought whoever had killed Danny and Kathy – presumably over a drug debt or deal gone wrong – had abducted the girls.

But bizarrely, the police believed the girls were hiding out somewhere.

‘That makes no sense,’ I protested.

There was no way Lauria would have left us worrying about her.

It made even less sense when, searching through the ashes, we found her bag, with cash in it, her car keys and ID.

Her car was parked nearby, but police hadn’t even searched it, nor had they put the girls on the national missing persons database.

Hurriedly, I made posters of the girls and distributed them everywhere I could within 100 miles.

A few days later, John Walsh, the presenter of TV show America’s Most Wanted, called me with his condolences – and to offer some advice.

‘If you don’t become your daughter’s voice, nobody will know who she is a year from now,’ he told me.

From then, the search for Lauria and Ashley took over my life.

Because Danny had been dealing drugs, that’s where I started: asking around to find out who the local dealers were.

One dealer led to another and, about ten months later, a local cartel boss agreed to talk to me.

My meeting with the drug boss took place in the middle of the night in a desolate location. 

‘Aren’t you scared to talk to me?’ he smirked. ‘What if I were to kill you?’

‘Right now, I’d talk to the devil himself,’ I replied. ‘And how do you know I won’t kill you?’

That seemed to get his respect.

‘I don’t go after innocent women and children,’ he said, denying involvement in the murders or the disappearance of the girls.

Fearing Lauria and Ashley had become victims of sex trafficking, I asked if he knew anything about that.

He said he would ask around. Months later, he sent one of his thugs to tell me the girls hadn’t been trafficked.

I think that was when I started to give up hope the girls were alive.

Then, another one of my informants told me the girls had been abducted from Ashley’s home and taken to a drug dealer’s house.

He alleged they’d been raped, tortured and murdered there.

I felt sick to my stomach as he went on to say he had spoken to people who’d seen video and Polaroids of the horror.

Immediately, I called the police.

They told me they’d heard similar rumours but hadn’t been able to find credible information. They’d raided a few places but nothing had turned up.

Over the years, I kept hearing about the horrific Polaroid photos of my daughter’s fate – but I was never able to locate them.

I passed everything onto the police and if they didn’t investigate, I did so myself.

I searched old homes, arranged excavators to dig up supposed burial sites and made constant public appeals for information.

Two different killers confessed to having murdered them, but their confessions came to nothing.

In 2016, I started a Facebook campaign to find the girls.

I got lots of tips and three names kept coming up.

They were David Pennington, Warren ‘Phil’ Welch and Ronnie Busick.

Pennington and Welch were already dead, but numerous people said the three men had boasted about raping and killing the girls and taking Polaroid photos of them tied to a chair and a bed.

Detectives had the names too, but they couldn’t find Busick.

So I found him myself, via Facebook. 

In April 2018, Busick, 66, was arrested and charged with four counts of murder.

A former girlfriend of Welch’s said he’d kept Polaroids of the girls in a locked red briefcase.

The photos showed them tied up and gagged with duct tape on a bed.

In some of the photos, Welch was lying next to the girls, who both looked like they had been starved for days.

Apparently, the photos had been passed around as Welch boasted about them like trophies – but even hardened criminals had been brought to tears by them.

Officers believed the girls had been kept alive for up to seven days. The horror of what they went through was overwhelming.

Busick said he had information about what happened to the girls but played no active part.

He offered to talk to me, so I went to visit him in prison.

‘I just want to know where my daughter and her best friend are so I can bring them home and put them to rest,’ I said. 

But he just kept telling me he didn’t know anything – it was a complete waste of time.  

In July 2020, Busick made a plea deal.

He admitted one count of accessory to first degree murder, while denying direct involvement in the abduction or murders.

‘You are one of three men responsible for taking two girls innocent lives,’ I told him in my victim impact statement.

‘You could have done something to stop it. Instead, you continued to be part of the unthinkable things our girls endured before you were a part of ending their lives.’

He showed no emotion, even when I said I’d forgiven him so I could move on.

As part of his deal, his jail term would be halved if he disclosed where the girls bodies were.

He told the police about a cellar, which they excavated, but no trace of the girls was found.

He was sentenced to 15 years – 10 in prison, and five on supervised release.

A few months after his sentence, he talked to a newspaper reporter from jail.

He claimed Welch was the ringleader and didn’t want to leave any witnesses behind.

The girls had been spotted in the glow of flames from the house after they tried to flee. Busick claimed Pennington and Welch grabbed them and Welch later overdosed them.

I’m sure he knows a lot more than he is saying and was more involved than he admits.

Lauria was such a good person, a kind and gentle girl. It’s hard to accept that she and Ashley were the victims of such evil.

All I can do for her now is to continue to search for her, so one day I can put her to rest.

I’m 62 now but I’ll never stop looking for my daughter until the day I die.

• As told to John Parrish