Killers who took lives in separate attacks, often over months or years.
58 cases

Lawrence Bittaker and Roy Norris met behind prison walls, then bought a windowless 1977 GMC van they nicknamed 'Murder Mac' — and began cruising the Pacific Coast Highway toward a fire road in the San Gabriel Mountains.

In Newcastle's crumbling Scotswood slums in 1968, four-year-old Martin Brown was found dead in a derelict house — and the trail led police to Mary Bell, a ten-year-old girl the neighborhood children already feared.

When Pauline Lasham told police her son Robert Napper had confessed to a rape near Plumstead Common, they checked their records, found nothing, and let it go — while the attacks along London's Green Chain Walk were only beginning.

Long before he posed as a professional photographer hiring Los Angeles models, Harvey Glatman was a bullied Denver kid with a disturbing childhood fascination with rope — an obsession that never let him go.

London heroin dealer Ken Avery — 'Captain Cash' to the underworld — lost everything when he turned informant, so he changed his name to Ken Regan and fixed his ambitions on a wealthy Heathrow freight importer named Amarjit 'Neil' Chohan.

Two days before her high school graduation, Shari Faye Smith's little blue Chevette sat idling at the end of her family's long South Carolina driveway, the driver's door open and the mail scattered — and seventeen-year-old Shari was gone.

In February 2001, two boys fishing in London's Regent's Canal snagged a duffel bag weighted with bricks — the first of six bags divers would recover, holding a woman whose missing head, hands, and feet made her nearly impossible to identify.

Neville Heath charmed postwar England posing as a decorated airman with aristocratic names — but when Margery Gardner was found dead in a London hotel room, the trail led to the crowded seaside resort of Bournemouth, where Heath was already courting someone new.

Doted on by his pistol-packing mama in tiny Rosebud, Texas, Kenneth McDuff grew from small-town bully into one of the most sinister figures in Texan history — a killer handed unprecedented leniency by the very system meant to stop him.

In sleepy Kičevo, Macedonia, three older women were beaten and strangled between 2005 and 2008 — and mild-mannered local journalist Vlado Taneski covered the murders with an uncanny eye for details no reporter should have known.

In a Pacific Northwest decade haunted by vanishing girls — several later confirmed as Ted Bundy victims — fourteen-year-old Kathy Devine's 1973 disappearance near Olympia sat unsolved for decades, filed under the wrong killer.

In September 1994, nine-year-old Penny Davis wandered off along Patterson Creek near tiny Tonasket, Washington and vanished without a trace — the beginning of a case that led to a man who believed himself a werewolf.

Jo Rogers and her daughters Michelle and Christe left their Ohio dairy farm for their first real vacation, snapping photos from a hotel room overlooking Tampa Bay — days before the Coast Guard began pulling bodies, roped to concrete blocks, from the water.

Johnson County police wrote off the pentagrams and '666' graffiti around Whiteland, Indiana as harmless heavy-metal kids — but Mark Goodwin's homegrown cult, Satan's Disciples, had begun recruiting among the traveling carnival crews.

Robert Mark Edwards was raised on beatings and addiction and turned early to burglary — and when a woman was found beaten and strangled, the bloody can of hair styling mousse left on her bed became the case's strangest piece of evidence.

After her young son David died, St. Louis mother Ellen Boehm bought a new car rather than pay his $2,348 funeral bill — and seemed more upbeat than ever. She still held a $5,000 life insurance policy on each of her surviving children.

In 1972, Bevan Spencer von Einem was hailed a hero for rescuing two men thrown into Adelaide's River Torrens. Seven years later, sixteen-year-old Alan Barnes stuck out his thumb on Grand Junction Road to hitch a ride home — and never arrived.

Hilma Witte's Indiana household was ruled by her husband Paul's beatings — until it wasn't. Before the story ended, a grandmother lay dead in her bed, shot with a medieval crossbow as she slept, and Hilma's teenage sons carried the secrets.

When a sheriff's cruiser stopped teenage hitchhikers Nancy Trotter and Paula 'Sue' Wells on Florida's Treasure Coast in July 1972, Deputy Gerard Schaefer lectured them about the creeps and kidnappers out there — then kindly offered the girls a ride to Jensen Beach.

When Mary Pratt's body was found dumped on a dead-end Dallas street in 1990, it seemed another tragedy of Oak Cliff's rough streets — until the pathologist lifted the dead woman's eyelid and discovered her right eyeball was missing.

Women had been vanishing from Vancouver's Downtown Eastside since 1983 — so many, and so invisible, that authorities took nearly a decade to notice. The trail eventually led out of the city to a pig farm and a man named Robert 'Willy' Pickton.

Joe Ball — bootlegger, brawler, crack shot — ran the Sociable Inn off Highway 181 in tiny Elmendorf, Texas, a rowdy roadhouse with poker tables, cold beer, and a pit of live alligators. Then people around Joe started to disappear.

Driving near Lake Tahoe at dawn in June 1984, Maybel Harrison spotted flames beside the highway: a young woman burning on a makeshift pyre, bound, gagged, and unidentifiable. Nearly a decade later, Terry Knorr told police a story about her own family that no one believed.

Thirteen-year-old paperboy Danny Joe Eberle vanished from his Bellevue, Nebraska route one Sunday morning in 1983, leaving behind his beloved BMX bike and a bag of undelivered newspapers. Just thirteen days earlier, another paperboy had disappeared two hours away in Des Moines.

Charles 'Smitty' Schmid stuffed his cowboy boots with crushed cans, wore pancake makeup, and painted on a fake mole — and Tucson's teenagers followed him anyway. Then he told Mary French he wanted to know what killing felt like, and asked her to pick the girl.

Susan Barnes traded a posh Scottsdale life for LSD and free love, then met marijuana dealer James Carson. Reborn as 'Michael and Suzan Bear,' they believed God had tasked them with ridding the world of witches — and aspiring actress Keryn Barnes became an early follower.

Born to a bootlegger's family in small-town Missouri, Charles Ray Hatcher grew from a bullied, brutalized boy into a cold and remorseless predator. His life became a revolving door through America's prisons — and the danger returned each time the door swung open.

Since age seven, Esti Carranza had soothed herself with vivid fantasies of killing her abusive father. Years later, she and her husband Holger opened the Schleckeria, a Vienna ice cream shop with a cellar below — and a marriage curdling behind the counter.

For five years, women vanished from the night streets of Baton Rouge while Sean Gillis lived quietly with a girlfriend who had no idea where he went after dark. The break in the case came from something as ordinary as a set of rare car tires.

The day before her twenty-second birthday, Angela Brosso set off on a five-mile bike ride along a Phoenix canal near her home and never came back. For more than two decades, the canal killings haunted the Sunnyslope neighborhood.

In 1970s Isla Vista, hitchhiking was simply how UC Santa Barbara students got around — until young women with outstretched thumbs began to vanish. When Jacqueline Rook missed Thanksgiving with her family, the community's free-spirited trust began to crumble.

A car left running all night on a quiet Richmond street led police to Debbie Davis's apartment in September 1987 — the first in a series of brutal stranglings across Virginia that would push detectives toward a brand-new forensic tool called DNA.

Jan Cornell rushed home before her early-morning shift in May 1990 to find her Cape Coral townhouse silent — her eleven-year-old daughter Robin and roommate Lisa Story inside. The DNA left behind would wait twenty-six years for a match.

Twelve-year-old Tina Marie Harmon stopped for a fudgesicle in Creston, Ohio, and never caught up with her friends. Two men were charged in her death — while matching orange carpet fibers kept turning up wherever more young girls were found.

On a snowy November night in 2010, an RCMP officer watched a black pickup fishtail out of a deserted logging road near British Columbia's infamous Highway of Tears. The young driver, Cody Legebokoff, had blood on his face — and a story that didn't add up.

Springfield, Vermont, seemed like a postcard New England town until thirteen-year-old Sherry Nastasia vanished in August 1979. Over the next four years more young girls were taken — and the clue that finally broke the case was a church sweatshirt.

In the winter of 1993, the seaside Melbourne suburb of Frankston lived in terror as three young women — a student, a new mother out buying milk, a girl taking a shortcut home — were murdered in a matter of weeks. A yellow Toyota spotted near a bike path changed everything.

Schoolteacher Christine Vu was found bound and drowned in her own bathtub at Arlington, Texas's Peartree Apartments in 1996. When another young woman was found the same way, police realized a predator was choosing victims frighteningly close to home.

Exploring the woods behind his family's eighteen-acre Indiana estate in 1994, thirteen-year-old Erich Baumeister carried a human skull back to the house. His father Herb had an explanation — one that would hold for two more years.

On a July night in 1974, a charming stranger lingered at the bar of Fagiani's Cocktail Lounge in Napa as Anita Andrews closed up alone. It would take decades to learn who the smooth talker really was.

In July 1979, Rose Hlavka came home to a silent Portland apartment and found her twenty-year-old sister Anna Marie strangled with a clock radio cord — a crime so cold it would wait decades for an answer.

It began on Baseline Road in Phoenix in August 2005, when a calm stranger with a silver handgun ambushed three children walking home from church — the first attack in one of Arizona's most terrifying crime sprees.

Fifteen-year-old Michael Rock was riding his bike past a Vero Beach house in July 1983 when a naked, bound teenage girl came running down the gravel driveway, screaming — with a large man in pursuit.

Accounting student Mary Fleszar stepped out for fresh air on a July evening in Ypsilanti in 1967 and vanished — the first of the coeds whose deaths would terrorize Eastern Michigan University for two years.

Pat Walsh and Mary Anne Wysocki drove to wintry Provincetown for a weekend getaway in January 1969 and never came home — and the search for them would lead into the dunes and secrets of Tony Costa's Cape Cod.

After a ship's hatch fractured his skull, Raymond Fernandez emerged a changed and dangerous man — one who trawled the lonely hearts columns and, with Martha Beck, left a trail of widows across postwar America.

Wesley Shermantine and Loren Herzog grew up inseparable across Fine Road in tiny Linden, California. What the two friends did in the methamphetamine years would leave San Joaquin County digging for victims decades later.

Night auditor Vicki Heath was found behind the Super 8 in Elizabethtown, Kentucky, in 1987 — one victim of a predator working the motels along Interstate 65 whose name would stay hidden for thirty-five years.

Carole Sund planned every detail of her February 1999 trip to Yosemite with daughter Juli and Argentine exchange student Silvina Pelosso. When the three vanished with their rented red Pontiac, the search led to a man no one suspected.

Virginia Tech junior Morgan Harrington left her seat at a Metallica concert in Charlottesville in 2009 and never came back inside — and years later the case of Hannah Graham would bring her name roaring back.

Jessica Heeringa was closing the Norton Shores Exxon alone on an April night in 2013 when a silver minivan backed up to the rear door, headlights off. The station had no security cameras — and Jessica was never seen again.

Born on a Brazilian farm with a dent in his skull from his father's boot, Pedro Rodrigues Filho — 'Pedrinho Matador' — grew into a killer who claimed his victims deserved it, and whose count defied belief.

Gladys Hensley, 62, was a quiet fixture of her Eugene, Oregon, senior apartment complex until someone sliced through her window screen in the night. Finding the stranger who climbed in would take decades.

An Arizona trooper checking a darkened big rig on I-10 in 1990 found a naked woman chained inside the sleeper cab — and driver Robert Ben Rhoades calmly insisted it was all a misunderstanding.

A year after a man cut a hole in the family tent at a Montana campground and took seven-year-old Susie Jaeger from among her sleeping siblings, the phone rang in the Jaeger home — and the kidnapper wanted to talk.

Nurse Gina Wilson Green was found strangled in her tidy Baton Rouge home near the LSU campus with no sign of forced entry — the beginning of a hunt for a killer whose victims kept opening the door.

Susan Vesey celebrated her twenty-first birthday in Everett, Washington, in July 1980. By morning she was dead on her bedroom floor, her infant son unharmed beside her — and the case would stay cold for decades.

The Craigslist ad promised a caretaker job on a 688-acre Ohio cattle farm — a fresh start for men down on their luck. The farm didn't exist, and the man behind the ad was known around Akron as Chaplain Rich.
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