It was just another night at I Can’t Believe It’s Yogurt! in Austin, Texas. Four teenage girls — Amy, Eliza, Jennifer, and Sarah — laughed, joked, and locked up for the night. No one knew someone was waiting inside.
Minutes later, that laughter was silenced forever. The girls were bound, shot, and stacked on top of each other. At least one was assaulted. Fire consumed the shop, erasing most evidence — but it couldn’t erase the horror.
For 34 years, Austin waited. False confessions, DNA dead ends, a cold case that haunted families and a city. Then, in 2025, police finally identified Robert Eugene Brashers, a man who had died decades ago. A name, yes — but could it ever bring closure?
Would you ever feel justice was served after so long?
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