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Convicted criminal  pleaded guilty to murdering two Maryland sisters who vanished more than 40 years ago. They disappeared from a shopping mall in 1975. The mystery rattled the region and sent fear through the community. >> A warning to our viewers. What you are about to watch is a true story. The following program contains content that some viewers may find disturbing.

 Viewer discretion is strongly advised. >> It is a Tuesday afternoon in March and two sisters are eating pizza in a shopping mall. Easter vacation, no school. The older one is 12, the younger one 10. They came to see the decorations. Wheaton Mall had put up an Easter display and their mother had suggested they grab lunch before heading home.

Their brother Jay spotted them inside eating and kept walking. That was the last time anyone in their family saw them. They left the mall a little after 2:00. They had 2 hours before they were due home. 2 hours, half a mile, a walk they’d made before. At 6:00 their mother Mary was still waiting. Dinner was getting cold.

 She was annoyed in the way mothers get annoyed when kids lose track of time. By 7:00 she knew. Welcome to Cold Case Unlocked. This case took 42 years to reach a courtroom and even then the man who stood in that courtroom admitted only to being there. Drop a comment and tell us where you’re watching from. We reply to every single one.

New here? Hit like and subscribe. It keeps the files unlocked. Now let’s go back to Wheaton, Maryland. Their names were Sheila Mary Lyon and Katherine Mary Lyon. Sheila was born March 30th, 1962. Katherine was born March the 29th, 1964. 12 and 10 years old. The only two girls in a family of four children. Older brother Jay,  younger brother Joseph, and in the middle, the two of them.

They lived on pliers  Mill Road in Kensington, a quiet middle-class suburb of Washington,  D.C. The kind of neighborhood where kids played outside after school and parents didn’t think twice about it. Both girls were honor roll students. They kept their money in piggy banks. John Denver and Kenny Loggins posters on the bedroom wall.

Regular kids, happy kids. Their father John was a radio personality  at WMAL, one of D.C.’s most prominent AM  stations. His colleagues called him a swingman. He could DJ, he could sing, he could host,  he could do anything the station needed. His kids used to come to the station with him.

 It was, by his own account, his dream job. Their mother Mary held the household. Their older brother Jay would go on to become a homicide detective, though he couldn’t have known that then, when he was 15 years old and passed his sisters eating pizza and kept walking. Both girls were days away from their birthdays.

 Sheila would have turned  13 on March 30th. Katherine would have turned 11 on March 29th. Their parents had already planned a special dinner,  already promised it. Tuesday, March the 25th, 1975  was the first day of Easter vacation. The girls decided to walk to Wheaton Plaza,  about half a mile from their house to see the Easter decorations and meet some friends.

  Their mother suggested pizza before they headed home. Their brother saw them eating it. They left the mall a little after 2:00 in the afternoon, with 2 hours until they were due home. They never made it. While Sheila and Katherine were inside the mall, a man was watching them. A friend of theirs confronted him about it.

 She will later tell the police that he had stared at the girl so long  and so intently that she went up to confront him directly. Police made a composite  sketch from her description. Long-haired, young, late teens or early 20s. The sketch went into a file. >>  >> It would stay there for 38 years. Back on pliers Mill Road, Mary Lyons annoyance turned to fear  as the clock moved past 6:00, then 7:00.

She called the police and upon arrival, they opened a missing persons investigation.  The next morning the search began. Within weeks, hundreds of volunteers were walking the woods around Wheaton. Maryland’s Lieutenant Governor at the time, Blair Lee III, had ordered 122  National Guardsmen to search a Montgomery County forest for the girls.

They saw nothing. On April 4th, 1975,  an anonymous caller had demanded that John Lyon leave a briefcase  with $10,000 in a courthouse bathroom in Annapolis. With police approval, John walked into that building.  A man whose voice half of Washington, D.C. woke up to every morning. And left a  briefcase with $101 in a public bathroom as directed  by law enforcement officials.

This was just enough to make the crime a felony. But nobody came forward to claim the briefcase. Days later the same anonymous caller reached out to John again and said there were too many police officers around the courthouse. And he could not retrieve the ransom. John said he would have to hear the girls voices before he could do any other thing with him.

Eventually the caller never reached out again. The composite sketch was distributed everywhere. Hundreds of tips came in. Everyone was investigated. None of them led anywhere. By the early 1980s, police were still receiving over a dozen tips a year about the Lyon sisters case. Each one logged, each one checked, each one a dead end.

The authorities focused on a man named Fred Howard Coffee Jr. Coffee would later become convicted for sex and homicide offenses and was sentenced  in North Carolina in 1979. A witness account disclosed that Coffee  was seen in suburban Maryland near the Wheaton Plaza Shopping Center on April 1st,  1975.

Exactly 7 days after Katherine and Sheila Lyon were abducted. However, investigators never  connected him to the crime and he was never formally charged in the Lyon case. In other crimes where Coffee was the prime suspect, he used lures like fishing poles or metal detectors. During the Lyon sisters disappearance, a tape recorder was used to catch the girls’ attention, which matched Coffee’s pattern of using objects to lure his victims.

 Attention would later shift to Raymond Moleski, a Maryland resident, who at the time of the Lyons disappearance  was involved in a domestic dispute with his wife and son, eventually ending their lives. Moleski also had a close resemblance to  the composite sketch and walked slightly limping the way witnesses had described and had a documented history of other sexual  offenses.

He was a real suspect, but he wasn’t responsible for the Lyons disappearance. Moleski was later convicted for the homicide of his wife and son in a domestic dispute in November 1977. He was sentenced to  40 years in prison. According to some prison informant tips, Moleski claimed to know something about the Lyons daughters  case and had offered to share if he would get more favorable prison conditions.

Authorities searched his former residence in April 1982, but no evidence was discovered. Eventually, Raymond Myersky passed away in  prison in 2004. The file stayed open. Tips slowed to a trickle. Years passed. Detectives who had worked the original case retired.  New ones inherited the binders and read through the same dead ends and reached the same  conclusions.

The girls’ bodies had never been found. No physical evidence had ever pointed  at a specific person. It was the kind of case that follows a department like a shadow. Always there, always unresolved. The kind of question that nobody could answer. Every case on this channel takes days of research. Real records, real families, real failure.

If this one is getting to you, hit like and subscribe. It keeps Cold Case Unlocked going. Now, back to that composite sketch and the file it sat in for nearly four decades. In 2013, a Montgomery County cold case detective named Chris Homrock was going through the archive records when he came across a file he didn’t recognize. Six pages.

 A statement given to police in April 1975, 1 week after the girls disappeared, by an 18-year-old who said he’d witness the abduction. Officers at the time had made him take a lie detector test. He failed the test and later confessed he made things up. It was believed he probably was trying to get the $9,000 reward.

 They dismissed him. Homrock pulled a mug shot from the file and was shocked at what he noticed. The mug shot had a striking resemblance with the composite sketch of the man who had stared at the girls so long and so intently in 1975 at the Wheaton Plaza. So much he was confronted. It was discovered that the same young man had the mug shot taken  2 years later in 1977 when he was arrested for a burglary  eight blocks near Wheaton Plaza where he stole some jewelry  equivalent to $580.

The man who had walked into a  police station 1 week after those girls disappeared and described their abduction in  enough detail. The man who was dismissed because officers thought he was just seeking for the $9,000 reward. He had been the answer all along. His name was Lloyd Lee Welch.

 He was 18 years old in 1975.  By 2013, he was 56 sitting in a Delaware prison serving  33 years for assaulting a 10-year-old girl. On October 16th, 2013, Hamrock and two other colleagues  traveled down to Delaware. They sat down with Lloyd Welch in that Delaware prison  for the first time since 1975.

They talked for 8 hours.  He acknowledged being at the mall on the very day the two girls disappeared. When they were done, they had a 232-page transcript. Welch claimed he’d seen a man in a black suit put the girls in a car. He signed an immunity agreement saying  he had nothing to do with the abduction or taking their lives.

 Those were all lies. It was only a matter of time. Several detectives from multiple agencies would interview him again about nine more times over the following years. By the time investigators  were done, Lloyd Welch had generated 1,900 pages of  interview transcripts. 1,900 pages.

 And through all  of it, he shifted grounds, twisted facts, withheld, revised. At first, he said a minister in  black put the girls in a car. Then he’d seen the girls afterward at a third party’s home. He moved to naming his uncle Richard Welsh as the culprit and then his father, Lloyd Lee Welsh Sr. In 2015, Welsh said his uncle masterminded the girls’ kidnapping and demise.

He also said he’d seen one of the girls being assaulted in a basement. Then he’d left and never went back. He even admitted to knowing where the girls had their lives taken but held  that information back deliberately, telling detectives it was his trump card. Detectives didn’t let it go.  They followed every thread Welsh gave them, cross-referencing  his shifting accounts against physical locations.

He described a basement, concrete, accessible  only through a padlocked rear door, used as a hangout by his family. Detectives searched multiple Welsh family properties. Most came back clean. Then they found a house on Baltimore Avenue in Hyattsville, the house where Welsh’s father had lived.

 The layout  matched exactly what Welsh had described. A forensics team went into the back room of the basement and sprayed for blood. Under the blue light,  it lit up from the floor to the ceiling, wall to wall. The detective on scene said it looked like a murder scene, like something or someone had been slaughtered in that room.

DNA testing confirmed the blood was human. The samples  were too degraded for further analysis. But what that room had been used for  was no longer in question. Welsh had told investigators he believed the girls’ bodies had been burned on a remote mountain in Bedford County,  Virginia, Taylor Mountain, 200 miles from Wheaton, where his family owned land.

But how did he know this >>  >> if he had no hand in it? Well, the FBI evidence recovery teams organized excavations there >>  >> across multiple seasons. In the ash from a 1975 fire, they found small degraded bone fragments of human  origin. A single human tooth, a section of charred wire that might have been from Sheila’s  wire-rimmed glasses, and the remnants of a beaded necklace or bracelet similar  to one Katherine had worn.

Welch’s cousin Henry Parker told investigators he’d  been there in the spring of 1975 when Lloyd showed up with two green army-style duffel bags. Each one weighed 60 to 70 lb. Both were stained dark red. Parker said they smelled like death. He said later he didn’t know what was in them. He helped burn them anyway.

He was never charged. The Montgomery County police captain working the reinvestigation described what the detective team was dealing with as an ongoing conspiracy within the Welch family to cover up what happened. Welch’s cousin Thomas later said plainly that he knew there was a family conspiracy, that others were involved, and that Welch couldn’t have done it alone.

Richard Welch, Lloyd’s uncle, whom Lloyd had named as the one who assaulted the girls in that basement, was named a person of interest. His wife was charged with perjury for lying to the grand jury and encouraging the family’s silence. Richard himself was never charged. By the time investigators had enough to move, the window for full accountability had already partially closed.

Some family members were dead. Others had said nothing for 40 years and weren’t starting now. By the time Lloyd Welch was indicted in July 2015, cold case detectives had spent over 16,000 hours on the reinvestigation alone. September 12th, 2017, Bedford County Circuit Court, Bedford, Virginia. John and Mary Lyons sat a few feet behind Lloyd Lee Welch as he stood before a judge in an orange jumpsuit.

42 years had passed since their daughters ate pizza in a shopping mall and walked toward home. 42 years of tips  and searches and reward money and silence and a file that never closed and a question  that never had an answer. Welch pleaded guilty to two counts of first-degree felony murder.

 He admitted to participating in the abduction. He would not admit to the assault. Would not admit to taking their lives. Said it was his uncle and father, both of whom were conveniently beyond the reach of prosecution. One was dead. The other was maintaining his innocence. What the law said was simpler. He helped take those  girls.

Under the felony murder doctrine, what happened to them after that was on him regardless. He was sentenced  to 48 years in prison. The sentence was meant to run concurrently. However, these Virginia sentences did not run  concurrently with his existing jail term in Delaware. Instead, they were ordered to run consecutively. He was 60 years old.

 He would be in his mid-80s  before he would be eligible for parole. When it was over, John Lyon walked to a podium outside the courthouse. He was surrounded by his surviving children  and grandchildren. For 42 years, his voice had been one of the most recognized in Washington, D.C. He had sat behind a microphone through all of it.

Through the searches, through the dead ends, through the decades  when nobody had an answer. And kept showing up, kept broadcasting,  kept being the voice people turned on in the morning. After he left the radio station in 1990,  he had spent 20 years volunteering at the Montgomery County Victim Assistance Program.

Going to court every week to support other crime victims while his own daughters were still missing  and his own case was still open. Nobody asked him to do that. He just did it. He stood at that podium and said, “We just want to say simply thank you. It’s been a long, long time and we’re tired and we just want to go home.

” Sheila Mary Lyon, born March 30th, 1962. 12 years old, honor roll, John Denver poster on her wall, wire rim glasses, days away from her birthday, a special dinner already planned, already promised. Katherine Mary Lyon, born March 29th, 1964. 10 years old, honor roll, piggy bank on her dresser, days away from her birthday, too.

 Same dinner, same promise. They walked half a mile to a shopping mall on a Tuesday afternoon in spring. Their brother saw them eating pizza. They left at 2:00 with 2 hours to spare. Their mother was annoyed by 6:00 and knew by 7:00. The birthday dinners never happened. The girls never came home. The bodies were never found.

 A tooth, some bone, a piece of wire that might have been glasses, a beaded necklace  that might have been Katherine’s. That’s what Taylor Mountain gave back. >>  >> There is no grave to visit. There is no place to go and stand and be near them. John Lyon went home after the sentencing  and kept living because that’s what you do.

He died in 2025 at 85. His wife Mary died the year before. Their son Jay, the 15-year-old who passed his sisters  eating pizza in the mall, became a homicide detective. He spent his career giving other families what his own had spent 42 years waiting for. If you are anywhere near children who walk  or bike to familiar places, malls, schools, parks, anywhere they go without you, teach them  this.

 If an adult pays too much attention, it’s okay to say something. It’s okay to leave. It’s okay to  make noise. A 12-year-old girl noticed a man staring and confronted him. That was brave,  but she was alone in a mall in 1975, and the systems around her weren’t built to act on what she saw. Now they can be.

 If a child tells you something  feels wrong about a person, believe them first and ask questions second. If this case stayed with you, drop a comment. Tell us which moment hit hardest. Hit like, hit subscribe, and we’ll see you in the next one.