He had told he saw the prime suspect bring Natalee Holloway into a "small building under construction" (since identified as the Spyglass Tower of Marriott's Aruba Surf Club resort) before Joran van der Sloot emerged carrying her body.
But after consulting with the Marriott, the prosecutor's office determined that "it becomes indisputably clear that on the 30th of May 2005, no construction or building activities were started at the location that Mr.
De Jong has specifically pointed out as the spot where Natalee Holloway would have been hidden and/or buried.""More concretely: the foundation of the Spyglass Tower …
I'm the parent who got the dreaded call — the one whose phone rang out of the blue in the middle of the day, who heard a voice at the other end saying, "Your daughter is missing."Now the day has come when I must pack up Natalee's belongings, which have remained untouched since she left on her senior class trip to Aruba on May 26, 2005. In one corner, a purple curio cabinet holds her memorabilia.
Her graduation robe hangs outside the closet door, the honors cords still around the neck.
It was comforting to know there'd be safety in numbers. But I still reminded her to make personal safety her first priority, and to stay with people she knew. She replies, "He lives in Aruba."I stutter, "He's...he's not a tourist just here for the summer? Brenda explains that it will be difficult to locate someone at this hour to show us the footage from the previous night. Apparently, the beach patrol he has been dealing with since that morning aren't actual police, nor did they think the matter urgent enough to file a missing persons report. "She will come back." Natalee has been missing for close to 22 hours now.
She hadn't had a real boyfriend, and confided to me that she was a virgin. "Maybe tomorrow." I ask for the records that show who entered Natalee's hotel room last night. A crime may have been committed, though it has not been reported or documented. But I'm not about to let this get swept under the rug. When I return to the lobby, the DEA agent suggests we go to Carlos'n Charlie's to ask questions and show her picture around. Making their way inside the bar, the men in our group dodge a couple of fistfights and dope-smoking patrons, trying to find someone with information.
While he is convinced Van der Sloot killed his daughter, he is still determined to find her body and pursue the new lead given by the supposed witness.