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MOTHER’S HOPE Disturbing find in hunt for teen missing since Halloween after she vanished on way to party

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A DESPERATE mom has revealed the last known moves of her missing daughter who vanished after sneaking out to go to a party.

Jade Duran, 15, hasn’t been seen since Halloween, and her mother is still pleading for help finding any signs months later.

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Jade Duran, 15, vanished after sneaking out of her dad’s home in Los Angeles, California, on HalloweenCredit: Family Handout
 

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Her mother Erica Pinilla is still searching for answers months after her disappearanceCredit: ABC7
The teenager disappeared after walking out of her dad’s house in Panorama City, a neighborhood in Los Angeles, California, at 11:30 pm.

She was heading to a party hosted by adults that her heartbroken mom, Erica Pinilla, said she had been forbidden from attending.

“Not knowing whether or not she’s OK is very hard,” Pinilla told KABC.

Cops fear that Jade was last seen with Carlos Yanez Robledo – an adult man who is homeless.

He defied Air Traffic Control and landed on a restricted military base to save one dying passenger. The FAA suspended him within hours. Two days later, Air Force One landed at his tiny airport… and everything changed. “Control, this is Flight 447. I have a medical emergency. Request immediate clearance to land at Fairfield Air Force Base.” Captain Jake Morrison’s voice was steady — even as chaos erupted behind the cockpit door. “Negative, 447. Fairfield AFB is restricted. Continue to Denver International.” Forty minutes to Denver. Seven minutes to Fairfield. And seat 12A was already in cardiac arrest. A middle-aged man traveling under the name Robert Wilson had collapsed mid-flight. Face gray. Pulse fading. Flight attendant Karen was on the floor performing CPR while passengers screamed and oxygen masks swayed. Thirty minutes earlier, that same passenger had quietly handed her a card. “If anything happens,” he’d said calmly, “call this number. Tell them Admiral Wilson is down.” Admiral. Karen thought he was confused. Now the card felt heavier than the defibrillator in her hands. Back in the cockpit, the tower’s warning was crystal clear: “Any deviation will result in investigation and immediate suspension of your license.” Jake looked at the radar. Looked at the clock. Then he made the call. “I’m declaring an emergency. Passenger is in cardiac arrest. Fairfield is seven minutes away. I’m making an unauthorized approach.” His co-pilot stared at him. “Jake… that’s a career-ending move.” “Not if he dies,” Jake replied. He banked the aircraft toward restricted airspace. Fighter escort was mentioned. FAA penalties were guaranteed. But the wheels touched down at Fairfield Air Force Base anyway. Within hours, Jake’s license was suspended. News outlets called it reckless. Until 48 hours later — when Air Force One touched down at Jake’s small regional airport. And the man from seat 12A stepped off alive. Full story in the comments 👇
He defied Air Traffic Control and landed on a restricted military base to save one dying passenger. The FAA suspended him within hours. Two days later, Air Force One landed at his tiny airport… and everything changed. “Control, this is Flight 447. I have a medical emergency. Request immediate clearance to land at Fairfield Air Force Base.” Captain Jake Morrison’s voice was steady — even as chaos erupted behind the cockpit door. “Negative, 447. Fairfield AFB is restricted. Continue to Denver International.” Forty minutes to Denver. Seven minutes to Fairfield. And seat 12A was already in cardiac arrest. A middle-aged man traveling under the name Robert Wilson had collapsed mid-flight. Face gray. Pulse fading. Flight attendant Karen was on the floor performing CPR while passengers screamed and oxygen masks swayed. Thirty minutes earlier, that same passenger had quietly handed her a card. “If anything happens,” he’d said calmly, “call this number. Tell them Admiral Wilson is down.” Admiral. Karen thought he was confused. Now the card felt heavier than the defibrillator in her hands. Back in the cockpit, the tower’s warning was crystal clear: “Any deviation will result in investigation and immediate suspension of your license.” Jake looked at the radar. Looked at the clock. Then he made the call. “I’m declaring an emergency. Passenger is in cardiac arrest. Fairfield is seven minutes away. I’m making an unauthorized approach.” His co-pilot stared at him. “Jake… that’s a career-ending move.” “Not if he dies,” Jake replied. He banked the aircraft toward restricted airspace. Fighter escort was mentioned. FAA penalties were guaranteed. But the wheels touched down at Fairfield Air Force Base anyway. Within hours, Jake’s license was suspended. News outlets called it reckless. Until 48 hours later — when Air Force One touched down at Jake’s small regional airport. And the man from seat 12A stepped off alive. Full story in the comments 👇

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“Stop hitting that dog — or I’ll end your badge.” That’s what I told the deputy behind a quiet little gas station in Oak Grove… right before his sheriff pulled up smiling. Kaiser was chained to a rusted post in the dirt. Ribs showing. Water bowl bone-dry. Raw skin carved into his neck where the chain had bitten too deep. Deputy Grant Malloy stood over him, tapping a baton against his palm like he was bored. “Still breathing,” he muttered. I wasn’t from Oak Grove. Just passing through with my own K9 partner, Diesel — a retired military working dog who knows the smell of fear better than most humans. Diesel saw Kaiser and went still. Not aggressive. Not barking. Recognizing. “You’re starving him,” I said. Malloy shrugged. “Evidence. Nobody’s dog now.” That’s when I started recording. He didn’t like that. The baton came down fast — caught my wrist — sent my phone flying into the dirt. Cameras at the gas pumps definitely caught the swing. “You just assaulted a civilian,” I told him calmly. “And tried to destroy evidence.” He grinned. “In Oak Grove? I decide what’s evidence.” Then the patrol SUV rolled in. No lights. No siren. Sheriff Calvin Rourke stepped out like he owned the ground. He glanced at the dog. At me. Then smiled. “That dog stays,” he said. “And you’re going to delete whatever you filmed… if you value your freedom.” I looked at the chain cutting into Kaiser’s neck. Looked at the dried blood on the sheriff’s sleeve. And then I noticed something else. The harness strap didn’t say Kaiser. It said Hollis. And I’d heard that name before — tied to a missing person report that vanished from state records two weeks ago. That’s when I realized this wasn’t about animal cruelty. It was about a cover-up. And they’d just picked the wrong witness. Full story in the comments 👇
“Stop hitting that dog — or I’ll end your badge.” That’s what I told the deputy behind a quiet little gas station in Oak Grove… right before his sheriff pulled up smiling. Kaiser was chained to a rusted post in the dirt. Ribs showing. Water bowl bone-dry. Raw skin carved into his neck where the chain had bitten too deep. Deputy Grant Malloy stood over him, tapping a baton against his palm like he was bored. “Still breathing,” he muttered. I wasn’t from Oak Grove. Just passing through with my own K9 partner, Diesel — a retired military working dog who knows the smell of fear better than most humans. Diesel saw Kaiser and went still. Not aggressive. Not barking. Recognizing. “You’re starving him,” I said. Malloy shrugged. “Evidence. Nobody’s dog now.” That’s when I started recording. He didn’t like that. The baton came down fast — caught my wrist — sent my phone flying into the dirt. Cameras at the gas pumps definitely caught the swing. “You just assaulted a civilian,” I told him calmly. “And tried to destroy evidence.” He grinned. “In Oak Grove? I decide what’s evidence.” Then the patrol SUV rolled in. No lights. No siren. Sheriff Calvin Rourke stepped out like he owned the ground. He glanced at the dog. At me. Then smiled. “That dog stays,” he said. “And you’re going to delete whatever you filmed… if you value your freedom.” I looked at the chain cutting into Kaiser’s neck. Looked at the dried blood on the sheriff’s sleeve. And then I noticed something else. The harness strap didn’t say Kaiser. It said Hollis. And I’d heard that name before — tied to a missing person report that vanished from state records two weeks ago. That’s when I realized this wasn’t about animal cruelty. It was about a cover-up. And they’d just picked the wrong witness. Full story in the comments 👇

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