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.

It was now September of 2001, and Derek Todd Lee had just been in a fight with his wife,

and this fight resulted in his arrest.

But luckily for him, those charges would be dropped.

In the moment, though, he was highly agitated.

Women were just too damn hard to get along with, especially when they didn't do what he said and they didn't do what he wanted them to do.

And he would need a way to work off some of this tension and he knew exactly what he was going to do.

Whether his wife or girlfriend ever sought medical attention after he beat them, that's up for speculation.

But if they did, Our Lady the Lake Regional Medical Center on Esson Lane would have proved the best place to go for treatment.

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