In the sultry heat of Louisiana, where the bayous whisper secrets and the air hangs heavy with the scent of Magnolias, 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.

Investigators on the Baton Rouge Serial Task Force were in the throes of their investigation

when leads came in that would pull them in all different directions. One woman called in a tip

that she had seen a white work-style truck on the side of the road right before Dena's body was found.

Peaking interest was the part where she described a black female that appeared to be slumped

over in the passenger seat of that truck. As the tipster explained, she had to pause right next to

this white truck to let another car pass in front of them, when to her surprise, a black male popped up

in the driver's seat and startled her. He seemed startled, too, that someone was next to his vehicle,

but he gave a kind smile to her before she pulled off and went on down the road. It wasn't until

Denae's body was found that she put two and two together, that that may have been her slumped over.

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