In the years since pulling Roger James from the Torrance River back in 1972, Bevan Spencer

von Einham had lived a relatively mundane life, at least from the outside looking in.

He was now an accountant for a supplies company, was quickly approaching 40 years old, and

lived with his mother in a small house in Northeastern Adelaide.

Being about Bevan Spencer von Einham seemed to fit in with this persona that he had carefully

crafted over several years.

A polite man that endeared himself to his mother's older friends and constantly blended

into his surroundings at work.

However, underneath the surface, there was much more to von Einham than met the eye.

When one looked at Bevan Spencer von Einham, they did not see a monster.

They saw a man who looked average in almost every way.

His chin was quite large and he was slightly overweight, but that was about it.

His hair had been prematurely graying since he was 16 years old, but he managed that,

with frequent visits to a hairdresser named Dennis St. Dennis, who used dies to bring

it back to the darkened shade of von Einham's youth.

All in all, Bevan Spencer von Einham looked like a typical accountant from the 1980s.

Physically, he seemed to be average in every possible way, and his public behavior seemed

to verify that.

However, privately, he suffered from insomnia and other sleep issues, which forced him

to resort to late-night alcohol-fueled drives around Adelaide to comfort himself.

Later, it resulted in him being prescribed multiple sleep agents, including mandraks

and Rohitnaal.

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