02/28/2026
HE GOT THIRSTY AND NEVER MADE IT HOME. HIS OWN MOTHER NEVER LOOKED FOR HIM.
THE DISAPPEARANCE OF MYRON TRAYLOR
Phoenix, Arizona — July 27, 1988
Myron Traylor was just 13 — soft-spoken, respectful, a boy who didn’t bring trouble. That summer evening, he helped his mother, Debbie, fix the broken washing machine at home. Together they began walking to his grandparents’ house on Pecan Road.
Then he said he was thirsty. Debbie told him to stop at OK Fish & Chips on 16th Street for a drink — then to join her at the grandparents’. Myron bought a wild-cherry soda from the store clerk, drank it quickly, bought another, and walked toward Pecan Road. But he never arrived.
Hours of fear followed. Myron’s aunt, Sandra — who had raised him during the school year — knew something was terribly wrong. Debbie had recently taken the boys back after involving drugs and an unstable relationship. Meanwhile, Debbie’s boyfriend that night, Gettus Mintz — a known dealer — appeared at the grandparents’ searching for Myron with a peculiar story of a dog bite. The next morning he returned, so the family chased him away. Then Debbie left with him.
Within weeks Gettus was arrested for robbery, later convicted of a violent murder. Debbie never searched for Myron, cut off her family, and died years later, never revealing the truth. Myron’s body has never been found. No answers have ever come.
A boy with a cherry soda in his hand, just trying to get home — and he disappeared.
Who saw the last moment Myron walked away from the store?
Why did his mother abandon the search?
What secrets did Gettus and Debbie carry — and who else knows the truth?
Myron Traylor deserved a childhood, a loving home, and a future. His aunt fought for him when others walked away. He still deserves answers.