Due to the graphic nature of this killer's crimes, listener discretion is advised.

This episode includes discussions of sexual assault, violence, drug use, and murder.

Weedby's extreme caution for children under 13.

Harriet Kibby couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned,

bawling up the covers and finally kicking them off the edge of the bed.

She turned to check the clock, 4am.

She still turned nerves for a few minutes, then sat up and turned on the light.

She hated to admit it, but she was lonely.

She decided to swallow her pride and head back to the other room.

She could give it one more try. Maybe this time, her husband would be glad she wanted to sleep with him.

But that morning, the master bedroom was empty. Roger Kibby was on another of his nighttime

there was no telling where he was now, but with nothing else to do, Harriet decided to go looking.

She eventually found her husband snoozing on a couch in his woodworking shop.

The sight of him there broke her heart. She hated that she had no idea what he was doing or how

long he'd been there. Apparently, he'd rather sleep fully clothed on a ratty couch,

the next to her in bed. She felt a mixture of rage and sadness well up in her throat.

They needed to talk.

Harriet ripped the blanket off of her husband, then and there. While he rubbed his eyes,

she begged him to open up to her. Where was he going at night? Why wouldn't he talk to her?

They could make it past whatever they were going through, she insisted. They just had to work together.

But they weren't really together. The moment Harriet started asking him questions,

Kibby got to his feet and headed for the door. He left without turning around.

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