The year was 1946, and Americans were rejoicing after the end of the Second World War.

The country was optimistic about the bright future ahead, but in Chicago, there was a threat

that loomed over the windy city like a dark cloud, and this threat was much closer to home.

Women were being violently murdered.

And after a message scrawled in lipstick was left behind at one of the crime scenes,

the headlines would soon dub the person responsible,

the lipstick killer.

There would be three victims before a man was arrested in connection with the crimes.

It seems like justice was served, but decades later, doubts about his guilt emerge.

Is it possible that investigators got the wrong guy? Welcome to 10-minute murder.

Brief and bingeable true crime.

I am, believe it or not, Joe, the host.

I don't sound normal because I'm sick, but I promise it's me. Normal people when they get sick, they get like a scratchy voice or may lose it all together. I just turn into like a grizzly bear. I sound like I should be hosting a late night soft R&B show.

All right, as you slip into that bath. Coming up for you, DeAngelo, SWV.

But right now, it's Keith's wet, making you sweat on the quiet storm.

See, I could totally do that.

And being sick is the reason you only had one episode last week.

I was down for the count.

But even though I don't

sound the same, I'm feeling much better now. Before we get going with your story today, this is your

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