This is the story behind the most incredible series of murders to ever occur in the city of Seattle, Washington.

You never read about them in your local newspapers or heard about them on your local radio or television station.

Why? Because the facts were watered down, torn apart and reassembled.

In a word falsified. Saturday 1st possibly 235 a.m.

Marissa one of the three belly dances at Omar's tent a well-known bar in the Pioneer Square area.

She was through for the night and on her way to St. James Street,

where she could catch the 3 a.m. bus that would take her to her

small apartment in the shoreline park area.

Anxious to get home, she planned to take a shower and go right to bed.

She never made it. Someone there?

?

No.

No. Please can't you take me? I only want to go to Shoreline Park. There's someone back there, please.

Can't you take me? I only want to go to Shoreline Park. There's someone back there, please, me. I'm going to The Oh, A few nights later in the barroom of the Seattle Press Club, one Tony Vincenzo,

by the city editor by profession,

Billy is grouch by disposition.

Renewed acquaintance with a dear old comrade of the fourth estate.

Mr. Vincento, how are you?

Okay.

Good. The usual, Mr. Mr. Vincento, how are you? Okay.

The usual, Mr. Vincento?

Yeah, yeah.

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