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.

When you approach the front gates of Louisiana State Penitentiary at Angola, it's a rather unimpressive sight compared to its larger-than-life reputation. Many would assume there would be

tall walls and gun guards with barred windows and angry men all over the place. But in reality,

it's the polar opposite. Pulling up to the entrance, it's blocked by only two arms, much like those seen at a railroad crossing, one for

entering and one for exiting, with a small guard shack in between. There's a small building outside

the gates to the right where the public can tour the once bank-turned historical museum about the prison.

Oftentimes, there are men in white uniforms or even blue jeans with a t-shirt walking about as well.

The average person would never know that these men are, in fact, inmates.

Walking right outside the prison gates with no security, no shackles, nothing.

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