So, this is, I guess, what is my first installment of my video diary.

I am just utterly frustrated and reaching the point where I feel like I...

I...

I don't know how much more this I can take.

It's beyond overwhelming.

It is crippling.

And there is nothing I can do to change it.

It was around noon on May the 5th, 2004.

The water was calm and it was hot outside.

A murder was the last thing on my mind that day,

until we got the call about the suitcase.

My name is John Runge with the Virginia Beach Police Department's Special Operations Marine Patrol.

I patrolled Chesapeake Bay, the ocean front, and the intercoastal waterway.

I got a call from a fisherman stating that he had found a suitcase floating in the Chesapeake Bay.

I opened the bag up, unzipped it, noticed that there were trash bags, black-colored trash bags, in the suitcase.

Once I peeled the trash bags back, I saw a pair of human legs from the knees down.

Five days later, another suitcase washed up on the shores of fishermen's island.

Inside that suitcase was the torso of a white male. His head and arms were still attached.

This is a general area where the third suitcase was located by a fisherman and his wife.

At that time, pretty much everybody knew if you found a suitcase floating out here what was going to be in it.

My name is Beth Dutton.

I am a forensic specialist supervisor.

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