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In the sultry heat of Louisiana, where the bayous whisper secrets and the air hangs heavy with the scent of Magnolius, a darkness lurked beneath the surface.

Derek Todd Lee was a man whose charm masked a sinister reality. He was a monster. Lee, a seemingly ordinary man with a disarming smile, led a double life that would unravel in a series of murders in the

capital city of Baton Rouge and the surrounding areas. As the first reports of disappearances and

murders began to surface, South Louisiana was thrust into a nightmare

igniting a frantic search for answers.

The true horror was just beginning.

And the hunt for a serial killer,

eventually known by just three letters,

would reveal not only the depths of Derek Todd Lee's depravity,

but also the resilience of those most affected

by his evil acts, the families, and the survivors.

This is DTF.

There's something about serial killers that really gets people interested.

And maybe it's a mix of fear and the fact that the targets of these killers always seem so unaware that they're going to be the ones preyed upon.

I'm not sure exactly what it is, but it gets our attention.

I really dove into my own thoughts on the Baton Rouge serial killings of Derek Todd Lee,

and I thought that I would give you an LSU female freshman's perspective during that time, because I was that freshman.

It was 2002, and we had really entered the new world of post-9-11.

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