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's depravity, but also the resilience

of those most affected by his evil acts, the families, and the survivors. This is DTF.

Pam Kinnemore's murder really had the community of Baton Rouge reeling. If someone so good could be

targeted, anyone could be. Just working and going home were now considered risky behaviors, it

seemed, so what were women supposed to do? They couldn't have their family and friends serve as bodyguards

day in and day out.

The fear was real, and everyone was looking for that white male in that white truck,

the guy believed to be responsible for killing women. If you pulled up at a store where a white truck was parked, no thanks.

If a guy asked you out after class and he wanted to pick you up

in his pickup truck, what color is it was the first thought? The fear was that real. Luckily for the

women of Lafayette, Louisiana, they were just outside of the killing field, it seemed. They watched

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