DTL - Part 11: The Whiskey Bay

0:09 In the sultry heat of Louisiana, where the bayous whisper secrets and the air hangs heavy with the scent of magnolias, a darkness lurked beneath the surface. Derrick Todd Lee was a man whose charm masked a sinister reality. He was a monster. Lee, a seemingly ordinary man with a disarming smile, led a double life that would unravel in a series of murders in the capital city of Baton Rouge and the surrounding areas. As the first reports of disappearances and murders began to surface, South Louisiana was thrust into a nightmare, igniting a frantic search for answers. The true horror was just beginning, and the hunt for a serial killer, eventually known by just three letters, would reveal not only the depths of Dereck Todd Lee's depravity, but also the resilience of those most affected by his evil acts, the families and the survivors.

1:00 This is DTL. Mumblings of a possible serial killer had begun to swirl. Two women brutally murdered were the focal point of the moment. Gina Green and Murray Pace but everyone on Elishu's campus was on edge, by the grace of God and through a son who listened when his daddy said go straight home after class. Diane Alexander's life had been spared, yet her recovery was nowhere near as fast as me moving on to another victim. There should be an episode on her recovery time alone. However, Derek Todd Lee didn't give time for recovery. No one could rest, no one could breathe.

1:45 He was now killing and trying to kill in much closer spurts than when he first started. But in this moment, it's important to note that Diane's son, Hermann, had information burned into his mind, something he saw when he ran out of the home in an atte to catch the animal who had just tried to kill his mother. Although he was unable to get his hands on the would be killer, he was able to put his eyes on him and guess what Hampton has it? Now? What am I talking about? Well? This was the logo on the bumper. Sticker of the gold vehicle the man sped away in. Much like a tattoo can help to identify a suspect, a bumper sticker acts in the same way a vehicle tattoo of sorts something that makes it unique. Everyone in the investigation at least was on the lookout for a gold Mitsubishi Mirage with the Hampton has its sticker slapped right there on the back. Also, Hermann saw a beige computer cord hanging out of the window, which, if found, might lead them to the attempted killer of Diane should he keep it. That very tool he chose to try and strangle the life from Diane was in fact now his trophy, his reminder of what he had done. He also left behind two vital pieces of evidence at the scene, the other end of the telephone cord he had cut, as well as his DNA on Diane's dress. The crime lab would have to complete their evaluations and testing, which as always takes time until that DNA was back. It was simply a waiting game now. Previous episode I also

3:18 mentioned a press conference that worried Diane since her attempted killer would now know that she had survived, But that press conference wasn't actually held until after the following events I'm about. To tell you took place. Time though it was ticking time that was precious for another woman whose hourglass sand was running out. Just three days after Diane's near brush with death, forty four year old Pamela Kennemore was living her quiet, yet well manicured life. And I say this because Pam was quite possibly one of the most beautiful women and put together women in town. She was graceful and elegant, fun yet poised, effortlessly beautiful, and always well dressed. Her beauty, however, didn't affect her heart towards others. She made them feel loved and welcome always.

4:11 They would never know that she was a beauty queen in days gone by. Her goals now were to create functional and beautiful indoor spaces as an interior designer. To give you more of an idea as to her life. She also loved to acquire and sell antiques. She had a small store in the antique district of my hometown, Denham Springs, Louisiana. The antique district is now a one way street that extends about a half mile long, but it's full of antique stores on both sides of the road. Today those stores differ a bit, but the feel is the same. People lazily walk the street and mosey in and out of the stores with bags full of one of a kind treasure's. Well, at least it feels that way.

4:53 Pam loved that slow, small town feel and the idea that old items could be curated in a new way, making a home unique with an old time feel, warm and comfy and cozy, like the way your grandmother's home could make you feel. And I guess that was fitting in that the name of her store was Comforts and Joys. Pam was an accomplished woman whose roots were in New Orleans, where she was originally born. She would move to Metori for a bit before settling in Baton Rouge for the last twenty years of her life. She graduated from Sacred Heart of Jesus High School and then would enroll at Loyola University before ultimately graduating from Louisiana State University with a degree in Fine Arts. Pam even put herself through college with money she raised by winning the Miss Jefferson Parish beauty contest.

5:41 The rules and. Winning proceeds were different back then as compared to today, but she was proof that award winning beauty wasn't just superficial. No, she would be able to continue her education with the winnings rather than just blow it. Beauty and brains a dominating combination for any woman to have, and that said, she loved everything about creating a home, not just decorating it, but also buying it, and this is why she would become a Louisiana licensed realtor. She did work as a mortgage representative with First Union Mortgage Company for a while too, which even in that realm, she was an exceptional employee, and this was evidenced by her winning several company awards while there. Most importantly, though regardless of all of her other accomplishments and winnings, Pamela Kinnemore loved Jesus. She knew that God always had her and that she could face every day with the love, comfort, and joy that only a savior could provide. Her loving mother, Lynne, had instilled in her since youth that we need something greater than ourselves and that God is that thing. Pam liked to be busy and she liked to be useful, which meant she was an active member of Parkview Baptist Church and was known to be very involved at the school. Pam, after all, was one third of a beautiful family. Pam's maiden name was Piglia, but when she laid eyes on Byron Kennimore, it was over. That man had her heart from the Jump Hall. Word on the street was that Pam once dated the likes of a senator at one point,

7:13 but he paled in comparison to old Byron. They met at a friend's house and Honey, like I said, over before it started, Pam Piglia was straight up smitten. Now. Byron had been handed a severe blow years before that altered his life forever. A vehicle accident would render him wheelchair bound, but that never mattered to Pam. Her love may always be seated, but all she saw was a strapping and stunningly handsome man, and she fell quickly in love with him. Pam was in tears when Byron proposed to her. She would get to marry the love of her life and become the Miss Byron Kinnimore. Matter of fact, when they got married after saying their ideas, Pam sat in his lap as he wheeled her down the aisle.

7:58 Now together as a man and wife, conceiving was an issue. Even after multiple failed rounds of in vitro, they didn't quit though they just changed direction. God knew that there was a baby out there who needed this couple specifically, and together they would end up adopting their precious son, making their family complete. After they made her dream of becoming a mother a reality, Pam would return the favor, becoming a devoted member of the organization and participating in things such as galas and other events. The family settled into a home in Baton Rouge, which was a relatively reasonable drive to and from her shop in Denim Springs. It was July twelfth, two thousand and two, when Pam returned home from her shop and was going about her typical evening tasks and ladies, we all have our things that we do at night. We draw a bath, scrub our face, moisturize, and maybe even apply some good smelling lotion before cuddling up in bed. Pam was no different.

8:53 She was ready for a hot bath and some warm supper. Husband Byron he would be home after her, and he arrived as expected some time later. Pam's vehicle was parked in the driveway as usual as he made his way inside, ready for a calm and relaxing evening at home with his bride, But from the moment he entered the door, something in the air was just different. He noticed her wallet and her watch were sitting on the kitchen table, but the house was just so quiet. Pam didn't come around the corner or answer him whenever he announced that he was there, and Byron wheeled through the house looking for Pam, all the while knowing in his gut that something wasn't normal. When he made it back to their bedroom, things became very clear that guttural instinct of a problem came to fruition. As you can imagine, Pam had created a beautiful bedroom that was orderly and neat, but the bedroom furniture looked like it was bumped out of normal position, not tossed or dumped or flipped over, but just pushed out of the way slightly. Looking on the ground, Byron then noticed spots of blood on the bedroom rug. Was Pam hurt? Maybe she fell or passed out, Maybe she had her nose. But if that's the case, where was she?

10:09 The confusion was now starting to turn to panic. He made his way into the bathroom, where the sight of a full tub of water was even more distressing. Pam would never leave the tub full of water, and certainly would never draw a bath and then leave the house and bleeding at that, that can't be anyway, because her car was still on the driveway, He rolled forward and leaned, sticking his fingers out and touching the water. He drew back, realizing it was ice cold. The water must have been sitting there for some time. How long had Pam been gone? Iron called around looking for her, and then eventually, when he couldn't find her in the backyard or anywhere for that matter, he then resigned himself to the fact that Pam was gone. He had no options left except to call police and report her as a missing person with suspicious circumstances. The police were now on their way to Pam's home, but she was nowhere near it. She was in the vehicle of a man she didn't know. She had been taken against her will and was currently now heading to an unknown location. She was also injured and bleeding, so as police drove closer to her Briarwood home, Pam at that same time, was being carried further and further away from it. She lay naked in a truck and all she could see were the tail lights of the cars in front of her as she was being driven down a long bridge. The clanking of the tires passing over tie bars which connected the pieces of asphalt that was the only noise being made. Her driver had his eyes locked on the road and didn't make conversation other

11:40 than the occasional I ain't gonna do you nothing. The passing lights of cars going in the opposite direction made it obvious that they were moving fast. Matter of fact, they were traveling down the Chafalaya Basin Bridge, the one that connects Baton Rouge to Lafayette, a bridge that any local nose is a long one, almost twenty miles to exact, and currently the third longest bridge in the United States. Everyone local also knows that there's nothing but bayou and marsh water below the bridge. Occasionally you'll see trucks that have exited and parked with their trailers as they head out fishing, but other than that, there's no reason to exit, and there's only two exits on the bridge for that very reason.

12:20 Whiskey Bay and Butte l Rose. Both exits serving as places where local Cajuns have their camp set up and they can crawfish. Those murky waters. It's not a place where the average passer by would stop unless they had an emergency or maybe something more sinister in mind. As Pamelay injured in the vehicle, an eighteen wheeler with years of experience on the road passed by the truck being driven by Pam's attacker. So as you can imagine being a trucker for a long time, you can bet that that driver had seen some things. Riding that high in the air, you can see down into vehicles without even trying women with big boobs, people acting crazy in their vehicles, held even the naked person, and from time to time that was nothing new. And on this evening, that trucker looked down and saw a naked woman inside the truck riding next to him. But by now the police were at the Kennemore home, and as they looked through they agreed that something sinister had happened.

13:15 Pam Kennemore had not left. On her own. It doesn't take a genius to see that her car was still there in the driveway, and blood droplets in the house aren't normal. But as you can expect, the initial investigation would start with Pam's innermost circle and quite frankly, Byron became the focus. What time did you get home, mister Byron? Oh's probably around eleven forty five pm. When do you think Pam got home? Well, it had to be around ten or so. Where was she coming from? The antique store? We have one in Denim Springs. The fact was that a lamp from the store was now inside their house, so it looked like Pam had arrived home somewhere around ten, carried the lamp inside the house and possibly forgot her keys in the door as her arms were full carry in the items. The questions continued on and on and on, but eventually Byron was ruled out.

14:07 He had been at the nearby Argusy casino enjoying the evening, and camera footage would back up his alibi. Pam would go with him from time to time to the casino, but gambling really wasn't her thing. But the buffet, heck, yeah, she loved eating with him there at that buffet. Byron was madly in love with Pam and she him. This wasn't a marital dispute turned bad. It was obvious to police. He was just devastated. The minutes rolled into hours, and before they knew it. The sun was coming up on the next day, but Pam she never returned home. Byron made a call to his pastor, Bill Prewett, and he had to break the news to him that Pam was missing and it wasn't looking good. The pastor was in the middle of moving into his new home. He had trucks full of possessions and men showing up to help, but Pastor Prewett knew in his gut that this was way more important. He and his wife, Sonya were close to the Kennimares in their everyday lives. Not only was Pastor Prewitt Byron's pastor, but his wife, Sonya, was Jacob's Bible teacher at Parkview Baptist School. They had been friends with the kennem Wares before Jacob was even adopted, so they went way back Bill, Pam's gone and it doesn't look good. Those were the only words Bill Prewett needed to hear to stop what he was doing and head straight to the Kennimore residence. When the pastor arrived, Pam's family was there as well as the police. He immediately gave Byron one of those hugs men give each other where it's really, really tight, and it's purposeful one that says, look, man,

15:37 I know that you're a man, but I am here too to be strong with you in the hardest of times. And then they did what they knew they had to do. They bowed their heads and they prayed. The pastor then made a call to his wife, Sonya, who was in Florida visiting family, and broke the news to her, and being a devoted pastor's wife, she immediately packed her things and drove back home because she had one person on her mind, and that was young Jacob. Luckily, though, Jacob was already surrounded by a pack of women who fiercely loved him, including Pam's mother, Lynn and his aunts. Until Pam returned home, they would ensure that he was cared for and that he was loved. Now there was no doubt his father loved him and was caring for him as well. But this was devastating, and Byron's focus was understandably on finding his wife. As community members, family, and church folk alike all came together with efforts to locate beautiful Pam. People did what they could in a time where everyone truly felt helpless. One church member owned a printing company and offered to print all of the flyers necessary to cope the town with Pam's face. If Pam was being held, people would know what she looked like, and maybe, just maybe someone would see her and recognize her.

16:55 People spread out in an organized fashion, led by Pam's force of nature, mother Lynn and care. If Pam was ten, fifty or one hundred years old, Pam would always be her baby girl, and Lynn was ready to fight for her. And the truth is, busy is good for a broken heart and a whirling mind full of despair. Goals give purpose. Handing out the flyers gave hope. It kept people busy, It kept Pam alive for the time being. No one wanted to just sit there, and so they did what they could to try and draw attention to her disappearance. And guess what, it worked. People like myself were paying attention. The public was seeing the pattern of women being killed and now going missing. We weren't stupid, and we knew the stakes were high. You could see it in the eyes of women in the store, at the church, and in the line at schools to pick up our children.

17:49 We were being hunted, but with no known cause, and Now Pam someone who loved Jesus and sold antiques. My god, who preys upon someone like that? And let's be honest for a minute. When a prostitute goes missing, no one is shocked. When a homeless person gets killed, it's like a soul blowing in the wind, no ties to community, and no one close enough to mourn on a big scale. It's really sad to say this, but it's true. The collective belief is often that their lifestyle in some way led to their disappearance, whether that's true or not. But Pam, she was an ideal member of society. It just didn't fit.

18:30 But really neither did any of the other women now dead or nearly killed. They were all productive, attractive. And good people. This made everyone scared, and I do mean everyone. Men were now scared not only for their wives, but their own daughters and their own mothers. This killer was attacking young and older women. He was attacking both black and white women. And on that note, let's talk about a killer's victim choice for a moment. White serial killers tend to kill white victims, and black serial killers tend to kill black victims. Now, Pam's mom was at the forefront of everything being done, leading the army per se. A miserable three days crept by until news came, but it was nothing anyone wanted to hear. Back off the Achaffelai Basin Bridge. On July sixteenth, a survey crew was working just south of the Whisky Bay exit on Interstate ten when they came upon something completely unexpected in their line of work. It was just around ten am on June sixteenth when workers called nine one one after discovering the nude body of a woman under Whisky Bay Exit. There was an embankment there on a small inlet, and she was partially covered with brush. Her body was in really, really bad shape. Decomposition had taken its toll in the blazing heat and humidity of South Louisiana. The smell of death is something you never forget. While you may not smell it days or we weeks later, your mind remembers

20:02 the sharp, sour and putrid smell of something dead and rotting. And unfortunately this was the case for the once beautiful Pam. As detectives arrived on scene, they processed and had it photographed, and something odd was found near her body. Odd for the location at least a phone cord that was cut from a computer. Whoever dropped this body here did so with intention, betting on the isolation of the area to aid in a going undetected. He expected the murky water full of alligators and other scavengers to take care of the wife and the mother he had stolen. He had murdered her to satiate his wants and desires, and now dumped her under a desolate stretch of highway full of cypress, knees, crawfish, and usually no people. But I guess this killer forgot that real men have jobs and they keep them if they're good employees. And those very types of men are the ones who found beautiful Pam in a condition that screamed brutalization. Only an autopsy would tell exactly the horrors of what had happened to Pam, But not before the phone rang and Byron received the news that his wife was found. Unfortunately, though she wouldn't be returning home. Police asked Byron if he would be able to identify the body, which he agreed, But preparation, no matter how bluntly stated, was never enough for the sight of his beloved On that table, the gold ring still on her hand, signifying

21:33 that truth. Pam never took it off. That vow was real, and it was true, the date of their marriage inscribed inside the band, a forever memento of what that date meant to them both. And now here she lay, someone had violated his beloved in ways that only evil. Could ever do. Byron's most precious gift, aside from his son, was now gone at the hands of someone else, someone who looked at her physical beauty and wanted to own it, someone who didn't see her heart or cared that she was a wife and a mother. All he saw was a conquest, which he took and demolished. When he was done, Byron left devastated and simply sick to his stomach. Funeral plans would be put in motion, and Byron stared out in a daze as the world continued to spin around him.

22:26 He went through the motions, but he wasn't there. Some things you can never unhear, some things you can never unlearn, and some things you definitely can never unsee. But what exactly had happened to Pam Well? When her photo was posted and the word of her murder made the news, this became a double edged sword. Turning on the TV and answering the phone was an all out nightmare for the Kennemores and the piglia Is alike. But that coverage also brought about leads, some of them very telling. A woman try having down Airline highway the night Pam was taken. She said she saw her and Pam was alive. They had passed each other, and Pam even looked out the window at her. But the stair was so unnatural that it caught the woman's attention, almost as if Pam was silently begging for help. The woman was unnerved by her gut telling her that this was a problem, so much so that the woman even wrote down a portion of the license plate from the vehicle as it sped away j T three four one. But that woman thought, would the rest of us think? What if I'm wrong, I'm gonna look like a total idiot. Maybe I should just mind my business. I mean, who gets involved in something that may be nothing. Thus she wrote the license plate just in case. But then she set the paper down and she continued about her evening. That was until she saw the missing poster and Pam's face, that wide eyed

23:56 stair came rushing back to her. Oh my god, that it's her. I have to call the police, and so she picked up the phone and did. But another person also called police after hearing of a body found at Whiskey Bay. It was that season truck driver. Believe it or not, that truck driver is related to my uncle. Small world, huh. But that said, he remembered the naked woman sitting in the vehicle as he passed that night, and he also remembered watching that truck take the Whisky Bay exit. Both the woman and the driver of the semi gave similar descriptions of the vehicle believed to be transporting Pam. Also, their accounts were within thirty minutes of each other, which made since geographically and the timeline police had put together.

24:42 Both witnesses said that she was alive in the car as far as they could tell, but the truck driver remembered that she was slumped over a bit. Both witnesses described a white work truck with a white male driving. The female witness only saw the driver for a split second glance in the flash of a street lamp light, so she wasn't one hundred percent. The semi driver also didn't get a good, prolonged look at the driver, but he thought that maybe he was white or Hispanic, and looking through records, that semi driver even called in what he saw on the radio that night, but no one responded. But how could that be? Well, back in that day, it was normal for there to be an emergency channel on a CBE radio, but just who monitored that channel is unclear if anyone at all.

25:29 Word on the street was the FCC did, but what would they do. Trucking companies also had two way radios where the driver could radio in something to their in house dispatcher, who could then turn around and call nine one one. But regardless, the transmission he put out that night went nowhere. What happened to Pam based on the timeline of events autopsy report an eyewitness testimony is terrifying, gut wrenching, but painfully real. Pam spoke to Byron at some point in the evening where he told her he would be late and they exchanged I love Ewes before hanging up. Now, Jacob was away at camp, so Pam wouldn't have to leave to pick him up early. She stayed late to reset the store and prepare it for the next day's operations, loading a lamp and what not into her car to bring home, possibly a new antique score that would look beautiful in their house. Whether Dereck Toddley was stalking her at this point isn't clear, but at some point he did lay eyes on Pam, possibly even as she drove home. She arrived at the house around ten, where she got out and began unloading items into the house. But Pam had a habit of forgetting her keys in the door, so with her hands full, they may have hung in the lock, making entry to the home painfully easy. Whatever method he used to enter, Dereck Toddlee was watching her and made sure she was alone before making.

26:54 Entry to the house. Pam had enough time to draw a bath, get undressed, and slip in to the tub before she heard someone coming into the bedroom. When the bathroom door opened, there stood a man. She was so shocked she drew back in horror, trying to cover her exposed body in the wake of this stranger, but his eyes were locked on exactly what he had come for. Pam screamed and undoubtedly tried to back away in the tub, but with nowhere to go, the water just created awake as the man rushed forward and started pawing at her. Her fear and the water now splashing and crashing into him as they struggled, only added to his excitement. Pam pulled away and she screamed out in terror as Dereck Toddley ruffed her around like a rag doll. She was no match for his size nor his adrenaline. He man handled her out of the tub as she pled for mercy, but it had only just begun. Now naked, terrified and at the mercy of an unknown man in her home, he forced her from the bathroom and into her bedroom. Whether he attempted to rape her at this point, no one knows for certain, but something certainly got Pam distressed enough that she chose to fight back with her captor, and this was evidenced by the dresser out of place in the bedroom and the family photos that had crashed around on the ground, scattering as they hit the floor. But Derek Lee didn't like any resistance or pushback. Who could resist him? This his thoughts as he drew back a solid, closed fist and punched Pam's square in the face. This is believed to possibly be the cause of the blood droplets on

28:24 the rug and on the floor as her nose began to bleed on impact, and this would have hurt so bad her eyes watered, temporarily blocking her ability to see. But Pam was a tough cookie in spirit, a tough woman with poise, but in physicality she was just a girl, as they say, a woman beauty and grace, not bulk or brawn. She was never meant to be fighting a man, especially in physical combat, and Dereck Toddley couldn't have cared less about that commandment to honor a woman, even if all she had ever. Done was be a good person. He wanted to be sexually stimulated and gratified while dominating and destroying his target. Unfortunately, in his last attack he couldn't perform, and that delay alone allowed an unsuspecting man to show up, causing him to have to run. But that wasn't going to happen this time, and to ensure it, he was taking this woman with him. Get in the truck or I'll stab you. We all know he said something along those lines, and as Pam held her aching face, she near tiptoed through her home, trying desperately to cover herself, but at his command, she went outside into the darkness, undressed and got.

29:38 Into the truck as told. He started the truck, and before she could even process that she was being abducted, he backed out of her driveway and drove away. She was now with an unknown man, naked, but smart enough to know that this wasn't good. The shock of it all was too. Much, and Pam's strategy became to try and keep her attacker calm by complying. It was the best option, if ever, there was a thing in this moment, And as the truck barreled down the highway, Dereck Toddley was amped up, driving erratically, which caught the attention of the female witness. The truck passed her by, and almost as if in slow motion, Pam turned and stared at her, begging silently for help. But it would be a fleeting moment exchanged between women passing in the night. As she and her captor got on the Interstate, that semi trucker also saw her, and he even radioed in that a woman was naked and slumped in a truck, but it just went out to open airwaves.

30:35 He would have. Gotten the same response if he would have just yelled out the window nothing. Derek then took the desolate exit at Whiskey Bay, where Pam knew that her time was running out. When he pulled over, he grabbed Pam and ripped her out of the truck, bringing that cord with him that he took as a trophy from Diane Alexander's attack. As they struggled and fought and Pam whimpered, he was able to wrap that cord around on Pam's throat, and he began to strangle her as she gasped and she fought for air. Naked and alone in the. Dark, under the moonlight under a bridge, At some point he removed his pants, where he forcefully and brutally raped Pam both vaginally and anally in a swamp in the dark, where only the sounds of cars whirring overhead, frogs croaking, crickets chirping, and Pam's suffering could be heard. The rape was so brutal that even after three days of decomposing in the sweltering heat of Louisiana, the damage of the rape was still evident at autopsy. Pam suffered immeasurably during this act. No doubt but he wasn't done. He was exhausted, but he had to make sure that she would never be able to speak about it, and that's when he drew his knife, where he then straddled Pam's badly battered body, shaking with fear and aching with pain. He then slam ice through her throat on multiple occasions, the first four inches long, slicing through the delicate tissues of a woman's throat,

32:08 the second slice five inches right across her neck, and the final slice across her throat was five and a half inches long, each slice worse than the one before. Her skin was fillayed open, her windpipe was severed, her right carotid artery was severed, as well as both her left and right jugular veins, and Pam was alive when this occurred, evidenced by blood found in her lungs at autopsy. Now having completed the horrific abduction, rape, and now mutilation of beautiful Pam, he got up and put his clothes back one before realizing that he should hide her. At that point, he looked around and began collecting brush and debris to cover her now dead body. As he placed the limbs and brush on top of her. At some point, the light reflected for a mine moment off of something near Pam's foot Aleien denn and he took a closer look, realizing it was a ring, one that Pam was always wearing on her toe. Nothing of any value really, but definitely a great trophy to commemorate the kill, so he slid it off of her toe, dropped it in his pocket before he got back to work covering her. He stepped back to look, and once satisfied at his attempt to hide her, he got back in his truck, cranked it up, and drove back home to spend time with his wife. Pam had fought the good fight to the best of her abilities, but her injuries were so extensive.

33:40 She had defensive wounds documented on both of her hands, her left elbow, the back of her forearms, the back of her arms, her knees, really everywhere and then. Pam lay in the sun for three days before she was found. But that wouldn't stop forensic science. A rape test kit was done on her body. Results solidified what everyone feared. The same man who murdered and raped Pam was a genetic match to the DNA recovered from both Gina Green and Charlotte Murrie Pace South Louisiana officially had a serial killer, genetically proven hunting women all across the region. Police knew they had to unify their efforts with this revelation, and it was August of two thousand and two when a multi agency task force was formed. Whoever this monster was, A combined effort was now at work to try and smoke the animal out behind these killings. Pam's death shocked a community already struggling to understand why women were.

34:44 Being murdered at such an alarming rate. Strangers felt compelled to pay their respects to Pam and to her family as she was laid to rest after a standing room only funeral conducted by a team of pastors, including the awesome pastor Pruet. Pam's family may have felt alone, but you can trust the community cared. We felt attacked. I felt attacked. While the focus was now mainly on Gina, Murray and Pam since DNA proved their murders linked, Connie's murder remained unsolved, Randy was still missing. Michelle Chapman and her boyfriend were struggling to cope with their unsolved machete attack in the cemetery. Colette feared that her stalker may return to harm her or her children. Eugenet's murder remained unsolved, and Jerrelyn's murder investigation was still open. Christine's murder was still remaining open, and Diane Alexander was fighting for her life in a hospital after her horrific rape and beating.

35:44 Additional testing would now prove something else too. The chord used to strangle Pam matched the chord used to strangle Diane Alexander. The Sheriff's office now had leads they felt they needed to share with the public, and this all started with the belief truck to be driven by the killer. In a statement released, the Sheriff's department asked the public to be on the lookout for a nineteen ninety six to nineteen ninety seven Chevrolet bearing a Louisiana license plate, additional descriptors including aging white surface paint and a full sized bed. The truck was believed to be a single cab without a toolbox, a smooth tailgate, and a tented rear window.

36:24 And if you're from this area. Then you know exactly what I mean when I say any man driving a white truck now was public enemy number one. Every stop sign, every red light, and even passing on the road. You can bet eyes were locked on any man in a white truck. We all thought, are you the killer? It even emanated in our stairs. Men literally wanted to sell their white trucks to avoid the unwanted scrutiny. A tip line was set up and touted access seven days a week from ten am to ten pm. Rouge was on the hunt for a killer, and that's exactly why he would make his next move a little further west in Lafayette, where he would catch a glimpse of a young woman by the name of Denay Cologne.