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.

With Gerald and De Soto's murder fresh in the minds of family and friends, they continued

to believe that their beautiful Sissy had met her demise at the hands of her husband.

While you, the listener, know this to be untrue. Back in 2002, you wouldn't have been able to

convince the family otherwise. Darren knew he didn't do it, yet he continued to feel the pressure

of the eyes still on him. Some months would pass, and Darren would need a break from life. He and

friends made plans to go and enjoy the day out on the Chafunker River. The best part was this was

going to be a poker run. For those of you who haven't grown up in the river and done the

river rat lifestyle, let me teach you real quick. One of my favorite t-shirt says Baton Rouge,

a drinking town with a football problem. If that doesn't describe South Louisiana, then I don't

know what does. We love a good excuse to party. From Mardi Gras to bar crawling, we can flat out have a good time.

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