We had one here, Robert Lee Yates, Ex Air Force, married and all, posh neigborhood, and when they caught him, he gave up some
"closure" bodies in exchange for a plea, all too common, and they were buried right under his flower beds in the front of the house.
How the H do you pull something like that off, everyone busy watching movies, never looking out their windows? And the wife never noticed?
And a big yea for cadaver dogs, either we didn't have the budget, or they weren't any good, or they didn't even bother him being such a nice guy.
And he almost did a couple gals who got away but turned him in for being in a white Corvette, a book was written about this, the stellar police work, but they were just "working girls" no one misses much.
So it went down in the report as a white Camaro, which there must have been hundreds here if not thousands, where just a few white Corvettes and they could have had their man, but it went on for a few more years to the point we had billboards of gals faces that were missing, including a Melody M, who actually propositioned me at a light one summer.
I stopped at a light dowtown, going to Motion Auto Parts, had the windows rolled down, she - cute brunette - was sitting at a bus stop and says "Hey, do you want to have a good time?" and I says "With my luck, you'd be a cop" as they had lots of sting ops for johns at this time, and so she lifts her top way up, no bra, and says "Would a cop do that?" and the light turned green and I went on down the road to the parts store like I was going.
And then later I saw her face, on a billboard, sad.
And this is all the the world was much saner than it is now.
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