The year is 1992.

The setting, a small town barely on the radar of the world, Puyallup, Washington, most well

known for the fair of the same name that pops up twice a year, once in the fall and again

in the spring.

It happens to be my hometown, but during this time I was just a toddler living states away,

unaware of the town's odd name and it's even otter spelling.

Just like many towns in Washington State, the name originated from a Native American

tribe that lived in the area.

For many, Puyallup is a suburb that serves as an extension of the larger city to the

west, Tacoma.

And while Puyallup has grown in size significantly over the past few decades, back in 1992, it had

a population just a hair above 25,000.

Just north of Puyallup, in the southern reaches of King County, an unknown serial killer has

been terrorizing young women for the better part of the decade.

All along the C-Tack strip, approximately half an hour north, prostitutes and other

low-class women have been found, raped and murdered at the hands of an unknown assailant.

This unidentified person, or persons, has managed to rack up a body count well into the dozens

and has shown only the slightest hint of slowing down.

One man in Puyallup is hoping to change all that.

He's a man with no police background, no media credentials, just a lone citizen investigator

hoping to do some good in the world before it dies.

Whenever that may be, he's a private investigator in every sense of the word.

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