DTL - Part 7: The Journal

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 Derreck Todd Lee's depravity, but also the resilience of those most affected by his evil acts, the families and the survivors. This is dtl With Gina Greene's unsolved murder fresh on the minds of investigators in Baton Rouge, Zachary P. D was also dealing with a suspect of their own a man thought to be responsible for two murders and a violent attack in a cemetery. Not to mention the numerous peeping tom reports, but Zachary PD had something come to their attention that they thought would be the nail in the coffin for Derek Todd Lee, and it was the fact he was a thief. See, Derek had helped his cousin move at some point in two thousand and one. When doing so, he took it upon

1:41 himself to steal his cousin's gun, a twenty two rifle. Well technically it wasn't his cousin's gun, it was his cousin's boyfriend's gun, but same difference. This would prove an easy way to get some cash, and that's just what he did pawn The gun problem was the gun had been reported stolen. When it was pawned, it was flagged. But by flagged, I don't mean with the technology of twenty twenty five. Today, anything with the serial number is entered into a system by the pawn shop that's receiving the goods, and if the item they received is flag stolen, a match can be investigated. But back in two thousand and one, things were different and technology wasn't caught up with the criminals. Yet. When Lee pawned the gun at Easy Pawn on Airline Highway in Baton Rouge, the shop owner did notify local police. When they arrived to retrieve it, laws would hinder them from getting it. It had to be relinquished to the city police or the Sheriff of the Baton Rouge City. Zachary PD did go through the proper channels to try and get the weapon, and eventually they were able to take it. And now that weapon was back at Zachary PD. As luck would have it, the gun was leaning in an office one minute and gone the next, whether an accidental'll pick up by someone on the force or mistaken as a different weapons someone was supposed to take. The gun simply went missing. A few months would pass and it would be found, but the problem became that the chain of custody had been broken. Basically,

3:14 when a piece of evidence is collected, it must be logged and then kept under tight custody at all times. Now that that gun had gone missing for a period of time, that chain of custody was broken, and any lawyer worth their salt would be able to argue the evidence was useless. This could have been a felon in possession of a firearm charge and he would have gone straight to prison, but it was what it was. Derek would get to slide due to this technicality, But then January of two thousand and two would roll around. Back then, same as now, Dow Chemical was one of the largest employers in South Louisiana, with an annual payroll somewhere around three hundred and thirty five million. It's obvious that this is where a lot of people make a living in the state. Dal proudly serves as the largest petrochemical company in the state, with sites all over, including the city of Placamen. If you're from the nearby Baton Rouge area, it's often referred to as a located quote unquote just across the river. That's because the Mississippi River makes its way to the port of Greater Baton Rouge, the sixth largest port in the country, handling the daily load and unloading of vessels and barges. The Mississippi River Bridge acts as the main route from Baton Rouge to Placamen. The city of Hospitality is touched between the swamps of the Achafalaya and the state capital of Baton Rouge and Placamen.

4:38 It just has that old time feel about it and it was the perfect place for Jerrelyn de Soto to establish her home. Jerrelyn, whose nickname was Sissy, was born on April eighteenth, nineteen eighty and by two thousand and two she had grown into an intelligent twenty one year old woman. While most students would take four years to graduate from high school, she was able to accomplish at in just three, graduating as a junior from Avoyle's High School. A straight A student her whole life, she had a goin on, athletic smart and a heart of gold. She was a higher education institution's dream student, and she was a go getter who refused failure in all aspects of her life. She wanted to always be the best that she could be at everything. Why do it if you're not going to give it your all? That was her basic thought process. She had dated her first love, his name was John, for a few years in high school, but that sadly came to an end. But just before graduation, she met a new boy and his name was Darren.

5:41 He had already graduated high school, but they were attracted to one another and the relationship would become official after she graduated. Though, she was ready to take to the isle the church aisle Darren had proposed, and although they were young, she was ecstatic to become missus DeSoto. Mama Melanie and Daddy John they were excited too. Now. Funds were tight, but Daddy was gonna make Sissy's wedding dreams come true. He worked at the Cotton Port prison, teaching inmates mechanic skills by day, but he also owned a body shop on the side that he worked late hours, scripping up the money for Cissy's big day. Now, Mama, she wasn't just sitting by idle either. Now she worked as an office manager at the local cotton gin, making a little money, but she was crafty as all get out.

6:31 This meant Mama could do all of the decorations herself. She had made her kid's clothing for years, so a wedding, well, that was gonna be a piece of cake. There was only one complaint. Why did Cissy have to have blue as her bride'smaid's color? Now Mama had to pay extra to have the shoes dyed blue. Jerland's favorite color was hunter green anyway, but guess what Mama made it happen. Mama also got to work making the decorations after Sissy lined out her exact wants and wishes. Most special was that Mama made her veil the symbolic item to be lifted as her girl was given away. And the wedding was a blast, with her sisters by her side as bridesmaids and her best declare as her maid of honor.

7:19 They watched as Jerrelyne Barr became missus Jerlyn DeSoto. They married at the Plocheville Catholic Church and they had a simple honeymoon at an airbnb before starting their lives as man and wife. At the time, Jerrelyn was enrolled at Louisiana College, but because of Darren's job, they would be moving to Addis, Louisiana, and as such she would transfer to the amazing campus of LSU to complete her studies. She promptly enrolled and continued to pursue her degree with ultimate dreams of completing physical therapy school. Jerlyn was not only loving, but she was also so very kind. A gentleness about her spirit was evident when you met her.

7:59 She felt things deeply, although not always one to speak up about it. But she was no pushover y'all. She had a competitive side, especially when it came to basketball. She loved to play and she was good at it. And maybe that competitiveness was learned because she had to share a home with two sisters, both Brandy and Heather there her whole life. But the girls were raised by great parents who taught them the important things in life, like loving one another. Jerrelyn was young, just twenty one years old, but she was making her own way on her own terms, all the while chasing her dream. But while chasing your dream sounds great rolling off the tongue, the realities of life were also at play. Jerrelyn's marriage to Darren wasn't turning out to be quite what she had expected. She came from a family that was loving and supportive, but was now the better half of a man who could really be volatile. He was prone to yell and to curse at her, and he constantly questioned what was she doing and who was she talking to?

9:01 How had things changed so rapidly? All in all, married life was just depressing. Pretty early on, she would often lean on friends to vent, but eventually they even grew tired of her not being happy. They weren't tired of her. They wanted to just see her happy and smiling and thriving, not stuck in this cycle of sadness, always hoping for more than her husband was willing to give. Emotionally, but physically, she was also enduring more than what many may have realized. Pushing and slapping that was now part of her marriage, and recently, in an argument, Darren had even stabbed her in the leg with a fork. Did he really mean it or was he just overreacting during their argument? She loved Darren, but she needed more than just the title of wife. So many women have been in her position before, and what had they done. Should she stay and work it out or should she just call it quits. Oftentimes she would play her thoughts in a diary, committing them to written word, just to get them off of her chest.

10:05 But one thing for certain was that her daddy never spoke to her the way that her husband did. Now. He loved her so dearly and wore the World's Best Father t shirt she gave him. He told her that he was proud of her and that she was a winner. Sissy just couldn't bear the thought of failing at marriage and letting her parents down. All of this in her mind, at least, love is supposed to be patient and kind. It doesn't envy or boast, and it certainly doesn't berate you when you gain weight. But Darren did. Her clothes had gotten a bit tighter, and it bothered him a why should look good for her? Man? That was his sentiment. Basically, it seemed like Darren wanted Jarrelyn, but not to be married to her. More like he wanted control of her, but not for good reason. Both of them, However, they hid this fact behind closed doors. They had settled into a small trailer park. The start of their marriage would be there, but with hopes of one day buying a house.

11:05 Their trailer was simple, a two bedroom, one bath house, small and pale blue in color, but it was home. Funds were limited, though, so Mama and Daddy did what they always did, and they showed up helping Jerylyn make some repairs and some minor updates to the house. And Jerlyn so appreciated all that they did for her. They loved her so much and they always showed up for her. Jerlyn would then decorate with one of her favorite things, angels. She loved their beauty and everything that they stood for. So while she had converted to Catholicism so that she and Darren could get married, because you know, Darren was a Catholic and she wasn't. She loved God and would be officially saved just six months before tragedy would strike.

11:52 For now, Darren spent his days working for XRI testing at the Kaiser Aluminum and Chemical Corporation in Grammercy, while Sissy, she was still a full time student at LSU. She did have a part time job on campus, but Darren was absolutely the breadwinner, and because the plant was about forty five minutes from their home, Darren would leave very early in the morning and not return until after dark on most days. In order for them to keep in touch, Darren had purchased them next Tell phones with that new technology, the walky talkie feature, and they spoke many times throughout the day using that very feature. Another man was also traveling that same highway to work daily, a dangerous man who it seemed became extremely violent every time he would lose a job, and his name was Dereck Todd Lee, and he was about to get some bad news. On January eleventh, two thousand and two. There would be no need for him to report to work that day because he was being laid off, and for three days he would stew on that information. On January fourteenth, to two thousand and two, Darren de Soto left for work like every other day, and Jerlyn too. She had plans for that day. While anyone would hate to part with their hard earned money, Jerrelyn on this day was happy to go and pay her tuition for grad school. When her black Mustang pulled up and parked on Elishu's campus, she met up with her friend and co worker, Jonathan. He was on the clock that day, but the two of them walked together to Thomas Boyd Hall, just behind the

13:24 Lshue Parade grounds for her to pay her school fees. They chatted as they walked because Jonathan he couldn't be gone long from the office, but he did make time to talk with his friend. Jerlyn paid her fees and then the two started to walk back towards her car near the Greek Theater in the Student Health Center. They chatted a bit and they hugged briefly before parting ways. Jonathan had to get back to work, while Jerrelyn had to get dressed for a very important job interview she had later that day. Returning back to the house, she spoke to Darren briefly around ten thirty to update him on her plans, and then she sat down to write an email. Doctor Eve Tyler had been advising Jerylyn on best practices for getting into grad school and it had paid off. As such. Before she started getting dressed, Jerlyn felt it necessary to thank her for her guidance. She sat and thought carefully about what she wanted to say.

14:18 Most importantly, she wanted to thank doctor Tyler for having faith in her. She really needed that. Jerlyn had away with words, loving to write in her diary and expressing on paper what she didn't necessarily say out loud. She had always had an artist's soul, if you will, even known for her intricate drawings when she was younger and in school, and art in any form is expression, and Jerlyn would artfully put to words just how thankful she was for the guidance she had received. Jerlyn pushed send on that very email at eleven forty one a m. The Desoto's trailer was on lot number nine of thirty two total, but it wasn't close to Highway One. It was actually physically twenty three trailers back from the highway off of a service road, so to see the trailer it would have to be intentional. At the same time Jarrelyn was writing the email, Dereck Todd Lee was traveling Highway One on his way to pick up his final paycheck after being laid off. He had murdered Gina Green four months prior, but now he was back boiling with anger.

15:29 No job meant no money, and someone would pay the price for the inconvenience. Nobody lays off Derreck Lee. Jerrelyn had gotten a new outfit for the interview, and it made her feel so confident. She was sure to while the interviewer not only with her personality, but she was also going to look the part. She laid her close out on the bed and was just about to get changed when she heard an unexpected knock at the door. Maybe it was one of the neighbor kids or something, because she wasn't expecting anyone. She made her way down the hall and unlocked the dead bolt, and as she opened the door, a well dressed black man was standing right before her. She gave a smile and he smiled back, obviously a bit embarrassed, but he asked if he could borrow her phone. He didn't have his and he needed to call a friend. Car issues likely the problem. Well, of course, Jerlyn knew how it felt to be out of place, away from your comfort zone, and she was happy to help the man out. Leaving the door slightly open, she turned and she grabbed the cordless phone for him.

16:34 But as she pushed open the glass storm door to hand over the phone, their eyes met just for a flash, and that gentle smile from the stranger just in front of her that just seconds before now was smiling, it switched into the look of anger and disgust. Jerrelyn's eyes widened, but it was far too late, as that man came crashing through the front door, full force, so wiping and grabbing at her with every inch forward. She had been ruffed up before in the past by a man, but this wasn't just male ego here. This was brutality and nothing like she had ever been up against before. It almost didn't seem real until he took the phone she had handed him, and he smashed the phone down into her face as hard as he could possibly swing, using both of her arms. She covered her face and her head instinctually trying to duck down out of the way as he took the phone, and he continued to smash into her facial bones again. He struck her so hard that in that instant she was now suffering the effects of a skull fracture that penetrated straight into her brain tissue.

17:42 She turned towards the hallway, trying to run from this crazed attacker. But for every near silent footstep that she stumbled across the carpet, a steel toed boot shook the thin trailer floor behind her as he gave chase. As with every woman so far, Jarrelyn was running to her normal place of safety, her bedroom, But the idea of safety it was now just a facade, a pipe dream, non existent honestly, but it was all she had to cling to, and with her head throbbing in pain, nausea hitting her at maximum level, and her vision now blurring, Jarrolyn refused to fall. The athlete in her wouldn't allow it, bumping into the walls of the narrow hallway and blood running from the wound on her head, she made it back to her bedroom. She grabbed darren shotgun that he kept for safety, but unknown to Jerlyn as well as her attacker, it wasn't even loaded. She pointed the gun at him as best as she could in her weakened state, but Derek was on her within seconds, Refusing to give up the weapon. Jarrelyn and Derek both jerked back and forth to both try to take control of the gun, yet he maintained the upper hand as they fell backward into the bedroom. Realizing she needed to make distance between herself and her attacker, she abandoned the gun, pushing away momentarily.

19:00 As she tore off back towards the bedroom door. She knew her back door was right there, but in such immense pain, it might as well be a mile away. She struggled to stay on her feet in what felt like slow motion. She tried to run towards her only escape route. If only she could just get outside, she could yell out for help, But right behind her, Derek was already on his feet and had pulled a knife from his trusty leather sheath. This same one an officer noted in his report while giving him a ride to his truck years ago. He raised the knife, lunging at her and stabbed her straight in the back, and not just once. As she fell screaming out in pain, he jammed the knife blade into her back again. Jarrelyn collapsed to the ground, rolling onto her back and continued to push away with her feet. Although mortally wounded, she continued to fight, but Derek jumped right back on top of her and raising the blade out to his side, he stabbed get full forced into Jerlyn's delicate and soft side where ribs don't protect, and with every breath and every heartbeat, blood sprang from her body down the walls. He continued to stab. She weakened at an alarming rate and unable to move further. All she could do was cry out for her mama as he raised the blade again, stabbing down straight through her chest, directly into her right breast.

20:29 By now, Jerlyn had been stabbed seven times and was unable to fight effectively anymore. She was still alive, though, and whimpering on her back when he grabbed her by the head of hair, steadying her head as her tears fell. He took the knife in his other hand and slashed across her neck with devastating force, cutting through all of his skin, all of the muscle, and severing her jugular. All that she could do at this point was stare up from the floor at the man's she knew was killing her. Sweaty and filled with peak rage, he got back up to his feet. Jerrolyn would finally lose consciousness just as he raised his foot and stomped out the very light of her existence. With steel toed boots, he stomped until he was sure that she was dead. Now drained of adrenaline and on the comdown, he stood over her, panting, taking in what he had just done. Pleased with his work, he then slid the knife back into its sheath, and then he looked up to find the door. He stepped over Jarrolyn's brutalized body and simply walked out of the trailer, walked to his vehicle parked nearby, and drove away Back inside the house. Jarlyne lay in a literal pool of her own blood, alone and now in the quiet, just waiting for an unfortunate someone to find her. Jerrelyn and

22:01 Darren would typically speak often during the day, so when four pm rolled around and he hadn't heard from his wife, he figured the interview must have run long. A bit later, he called, but again no answer. He called again and again periodically, but Jarrelyn wouldn't pick up the phone. He even sent out a notification similar to Today's find my Phone to try and alert her that, Hey, I'm trying to call you. Pick up the phone. She never answered. He knew he'd be leaving work shortly, but this was odd. Even stopped at a store on his way home and called her from that number. Maybe she was just ignoring me or something, but there was still no answer. When he got to the house, he was confused by the placement of Jerrelyn's car. He was parked in the middle of the driveway rather than to the side like usual.

22:54 She knew to make room for him, and so she would usually park where they could both fit. But why was she in the middle? It was almost like she had pulled up and then never left again before something had occurred. Weird. When he got to the front door, it was slightly open, which made him even more nervous. So he walked into the living room and he called out to her Jarrelyne, Jarreline. There was no answer. The notification that he had sent through the next till was still making the alert alarm. So he walked over and he silenced it, but he called out again, Jarrelyne, and as he made his way to the hallway, he almost didn't believe his eyes when he saw her crumpled on the floor near their bedroom door. He ran over to her and he knelt down, seeing his wife in a condition that went against everything a spouse should ever see.

23:49 Blood spattered and dripping down the wallpaper of the hall. He looked around, trying to make it make sense. That's when he noticed the gun on the bed in the bedroom. Oh my god, Geralen, what did you do? In that moment, he thought she had committed suicide. But taking it all in, even that didn't make sense everything considered. He grabbed a hold of her body, trying to speak life into her, but it was of no use. She was stiff, she had been dead. She was cold. But as he grabbed her in a hug, hoping that this was all a joke, that's when her head fell back and he noticed the massive gaping hole in her neck. He nearly dropped her.

24:33 It scared him so bad, but in that moment he realized nothing about this was self inflicted. He got up and ran back down the hall to look for the cordless phone, but he couldn't find it anywhere. What the hell. Now Completely panicked, he ran out of the house to the next door neighbor and together they dialed nine one one. When the police arrived, they saw exactly what Darren had seen. Blood on the walls, blood on the floor, and his wife in deplorable condition with him leaning over her, still sobbing, removing him from the home. He sat in shock, not knowing what to do. He had never been through something like this, but tussling with Jarrelyn well that he had been through. So when detectives saw a hole in the sheet rock, they wondered if this had been domestic violence that had turned deadly. Detectives they couldn't help but notice that Darren's shirt was also covered in blood. Darren was questioned about the hole in the wall, and he readily admitted, yeah, he did it. He explained that he was so overwhelmed by the sight of his dead body that he turned and, in a fit of rage, just punched a hole straight through the sheet rock. Well, he was questioned for a long time, and Darren he had just earned the spot of their main suspect. His clothing was taken into evidence and he would answer questions throughout the night. It also didn't help that Jerlyn's journal was discovered during the search,

26:03 and she had been pouring her heart out in it for a while. An entry from the past year detailed how she couldn't handle him cursing her out anymore. It was like they were literally each other's worst enemies. A direct quote from that entry reading quote, I cannot think of any other person that I truly dislike and have a grudge against but him, and I'm sure he can say the same for me. End quote. Needless to say, things were not looking good for Darren, but he knew he didn't do it, just as past behavior was catching up with him in terms of suspicion. Well, the way it goes, y'all, in one way or another, what is done in the dark will always come to light. The phone called tot Jerlyn's parents went exactly like you would expect.

26:50 Mama was in the kitchen and she was cooking when the phone rang, so she walked over picked it up and answered the call that would forever change her life. Cissy's sixteen year old sister, Brandy was there at the house, but unable to hear anything that was said on the other end of the phone. But when her mama yelled out no, No, as she collapsed and slid down the wall to the ground, she knew instantly that something horrible had happened. She ran over, but her mother couldn't say a word, so she grabbed the phone to hear the voice of Darren's dad on the other end, what what happened? Tell me? As soon as she heard the news, she dropped the phone and ran straight out of the house.

27:31 She didn't yet have a license, she would be seventeen and three days, but she didn't care. She jumped in the family car and drove straight into town, where her daddy was in an alderman's meeting. She ran into the building and threw open the meeting room doors, running straight up to the podium, interrupting the complete formality of the meeting, and all she could scream out was the word sissy. As the words came from her mouth, her daddy wrapped her in his arms and they both collapsed to the floor, where she explained, and the crying and the hugging continued. While the trauma Jerlyn had experienced was over for her, it was just beginning for her family. The truth of what Jerrolyn had experienced would be shared with the family, and yet was gut wrenching. Police interviewed everyone, from neighbors to family, and they all seemed to echo the same sentiments.

28:20 Darren wasn't very nice to Jerrelyn. Just a week before their wedding, she had confided in her best friend Claire that Darren had hurt her. It had actually punched her in the chest. And appalled by this, Claire didn't think the wedding should go forward, but they were young and the wedding was already planned. They didn't know what to do. Both Claire and another friend named Amber, the woman who had actually introduced Jarrelyn to Darren, they were both scared for her. On numerous occasions they had seen her with bruises and even black eyes. She had even left Darren momentarily a while back after a serious fight, and she stayed with her friend Robbie, a female well, but eventually she and Darren reconciled. Had her parents known about the abuse.

29:06 There is no doubt that they would have intervened, but that's likely while Jerrelyn never told them. Jerlyn's daddy was a man's man for better or for worse. Flat out Daddy would have beat the brakes off of Darren had he known. Case in point, Daddy could bench press four hundred pounds. The neighborhood kids once went around king the neighborhood and spray painting property, but they amazingly skipped one house in the neighborhood. It was the one of the man who they knew wouldn't play games. He was a kind man, though, and he wasn't one to ever raise his voice, especially at his wife if they argued. The kids never knew it. He was always done behind closed doors, and the thought of a man yelling, let alone hitting his baby girl, well, that would have sent him right over the edge. The reality was that Darren wasn't above hurting her, but murder was really capable of that. Well, most of those clothes to her thought so Now aware that Darren was the prime suspect and that he had been hurting her in the past, the family fluctuated between the depths of sorrow and pure unadulterated anger. A few days would pass, and it was just too hard to grasp the finality of it all. Just the week before, Jerrelyn had given her little sister Brandy an early birthday card and had pickles on it because she knew she loved pickles, and Jarlen also knew that she wouldn't see

30:38 Brandy on her actual day. Turned out, Jarrelyn was very wrong. Brandy did get to see Jerylyn on her seventeenth birthday. After all, the day they should have been celebrating Brandy's birth well, that was now the very day that they were mourning her big sister's death. And happy birthday, Brandy, that was the last thing on anyone's mind, Brandy's included. Her aunt did bring a cake to the funeral and told the seventeen year old that she wasn't forgotten, But although this was an act of pure love, it just fell flat. How could she possibly even think of celebrating while her sister lay dead just feet in front of her, Forced to wear a turtleneck to cover the knife wound that nearly decapitated her, her fingernails broken and clipped for evidence purposes rather than receiving gifts on this birthday, Brandy decided she would give one. She had purposefully bought a necklace that was two pieces, two halves of a heart, one that said Big Sis and one that said Little Sis.

31:41 Brandy carefully approached the casket and she placed her half around her neck, and the other she laid carefully on her big sister's chest. Forever now separated, but never far from each other's heart, Birthdays for Brandy would never be the same. Not to mention, the man she thought responsible for all of this sat just pews away, and he was on borrowed time as a freeman as far as the detectives were concerned. Because Jarrelyn she had scratched at her killer and his DNA was under those broken and clipped fingernails. It was just a matter of time before the crime lab would report back. But the thing is this, some facts you just can't ignore, like the fact Darren was at work, clocked in on camera and verified by coworkers the entire time, specifically when the murder took place.

32:36 He couldn't have been in two places at once. But then again, Darren had also failed not one, but two polygraph examinations While this wasn't admissible in court, sure was an indicator that he was being deceitful about something. Was he feeling guilty for all the abuse that his wife had endured at his hand? Or was there more to it that was now? What for speculation? For a year, the murder of Jerlynd de Soto would go unsolved, and all the while eyes were locked on the wrong man. When the crime labs report came back, the major contributor of the DNA under Jerlyn's nails was not that of her husband. Someone else had killed Jerlyn de Soto. While police were obviously shocked, their next question was then who who had done this? The identity of the person responsible remained unknown. No database hits were made tying a name to the DNA. In due time, that DNA would solidify the case against someone, but for now that wasn't the case.

33:45 But this wasn't going to stop the owner of that DNA from committing more murders, And now he was getting ramped up to kill more women in a shorter amount of time. One woman whose name isn't widely known still today would become a headline very soon. Who did Dereck Todd Lee have his sights on now. One woman in particular, was blissfully unaware that she was being hunted. But for Dereck Todd Lee, two thousand and two would be open season for a killer on the prow. Coming up on the next episode of DTL, twenty three year old Christine Moore was leveling up in life. She had already graduated from Elishue, but she was now a graduate student working towards her master's degree in social work. Now, fitness was something that Christine believed in, and jogging was something she really enjoyed. The LSU Lakes are a common running ground for college students, but there are also other popular areas as well, including the Mississippi River Levee. So when Christine took off for her job that day, it was alarming when she didn't return. Later, she had a boyfriend who had no clue where she was. She wasn't at home, she wasn't answering the phone, nor was she at any of her normally frequented places. Christine's car had been found

35:22 on River Road, not too far from elishu's campus. When the police arrived, they checked the area for anything out of the norm. The wooded area behind the church was likely the home to all of the creatures causing the complaints. But what police didn't expect to stumble upon in that same area was a decomposed body. A decomposed human body,