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Winding around South Africa's eastern Cape Coastline is Marine Drive, a road that leads to some of the most popular beaches in Caberra, known in the 1990s as Port Elizabeth.

West of the city, Marine Drive extends into the rural outskirts where buildings are scarce. On one side of the road is the ocean, on the other is low sprawling bushland.

At 2.30am on Sunday, December 18, 1994, two cars abruptly stopped along this dark and lonely stretch of Marine Drive, one vehicle in front of the other.

Each driver had slammed on their respective brakes before their passengers scrambled out to observe what lay before them.

Illuminated by the car's height beams was a woman covered in dirt and dust lying face down in the middle of the road.

She was completely naked except for a denim shirt that was bunched around her stomach.

A large pool of blood had formed beneath her head, the cause of which soon became clear.

Her neck had been slashed from ear to ear.

Just over an hour and a half earlier, a yellow Renault had pulled into a free parking space on Deer Street in Caberra's central neighborhood.

Inside the Renault was a 27-year-old woman with long dark hair.

She lived in an apartment a short distance away, but as her usual parking spot right out the front of her building wasn't available, she was forced to drive further on to find another.

The street was dark and quiet as she turned off her car's engine and headlights before reaching over to the passenger seat to scoop up a pile of clean laundry.

All of a sudden, the driver's side door swung open.

A man leaned into the car and told a long thin knife to the woman's throat.

He was in his mid-20s and was skinny and tall with long hair.

In a harsh voice, he said, move over or I'll kill you.

The woman did as ordered, sliding across to the passenger seat with the laundry bundled in her arms.

The knife-wielding man followed behind, climbing into the driver's seat and turning the key in the ignition to start up the car.

Don't worry, I don't want to hurt you. I just want to use your car for an hour. He told the terrified woman.

Then he asked, what's your name?

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