When is the last time you saw your neighbor taking out the trash?

And you thought, that dude probably stashes bodies in the woods.

Right? You don't think like that. Most people don't think like that anyway.

But maybe we should.

Israel Keys ran a construction business. He showed up on time. He had a kid.

Went on family vacations, paid for things in cash, and kept

to himself. Nothing about him really set off any alarms. He built his life to blend in. He studied

what got other killers caught and figured out how to sidestep every single one of those

mistakes. He planted kill kits years in advance. He picked victims

with zero connection to himself. He flew across the country, murdered strangers, and went home like it was

just another Tuesday. This is not a murder story about chaos. It's about patience, precision, and a guy who treated murder like a side hustle

with an escape plan in every state. This is part one of two parts on Israel Keys. Let's get into it.

Music Israel Keys wasn't living in a bunker or hiding out in the woods.

He owned a construction business in Anchorage, drove a pickup, showed up on time,

had a girlfriend, a young daughter, and neighbors who thought he was quiet, but normal.

He spent weekends fishing, took Caribbean cruises, paid in cash, held the door open at the gas

station for people walking in. While everyone else was going about their lives, Keyes was

planning murders with military precision. He studied case files and FBI reports, followed other killers,

took notes on what worked and what didn't work. He flew across the country with burner phones

and empty backpacks. He buried kill kits in random states, each one filled with guns, cash, zip

ties, gloves, and cleaning supplies. Some sat in the ground for years

before he came back to use them. He picked victims by chance, isolated trails, remote houses,

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