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.

It was the hot summer of 1992 and the air was thick with humidity.

Anyone who's ever been to South Louisiana in summer can attest to the fact that the air will almost choke you it's so muggy.

So nothing is better than being inside, in the air condition, until the sun goes down, especially in the month of August. August is also the

worst month for hurricanes. Hurricane season, as we know it, runs from June 1st to November 30th,

with the peak of activity typically occurring between August and October. The name storms of

1992 season included Bonnie, Charlie, Danielle, Earl, and Francis.

There would be one more in particular that would be remembered for years to come, and for many reasons.

But before that storm would hit, it was gathering strength half a world away from Zachary, Louisiana,

a town 14 miles northwest of Baton Rouge with a small

town feel. Old men putting along in their trucks and the town hall only the size of a small

McDonald's. Zachary is a place where many people boast their heritage and the fact they are a product

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