movie director in edmonton, canada. loved. loved. the tv show dexter. with so taken with the whole idea of it that he posted this online ad, and attempts to sell the script for his house of cards short film. as if it were an original dexter episode. and in fact, the story on twitchell s computer, the one called skconfessions is a lot like the episode of the tv show of the avenging psychopath. and now here in twitchell s rented garage, police saw would look for all of the world like a kill room. there was plastic sheeting, an autopsy kit. all matching careful descriptions of skconfessions. what s the killer couldn t learn from dexter though, was how to dispose of the body. the tv dexter lives in miami, dumps his victims in the atlantic. but edmonton, out in the middle of thousands of square miles of farmland and oil fields is many
complete. it was a story without an end. the part we ve never had, we never had johnny. that is johnny altinger, the victim who seemed did not escape from the suburban garage. still no sign of him, unless, just about then detectives uncovered something. an updated version of the diary that had one more chapter, in which the killer leaves a clue impossible to resist. coming up. the police take mark twitchell on an incredible journey to a place where something may have happened. here we are at the garage, does it look familiar, mark? when dateline continues. the worlddddd!!! before advil. advil targets pain at the source of inflammation.
rivalry, no robbery. and to put it more simply, twitchell was not a criminal. didn t have a record. had never even been arrested. why would a young, married, father kill a perfect stranger? so, besides twitchell. people police also focus their attention on the quiet neighborhood around the studio. and where all taker may have gotten to see a woman that he liked. and they went door to door, had anybody seen johnny altinger or a his car? or anything suspicious? and they found this couple, who told the story that seemed almost lifted from a horror movie. i have never, in my life felt fear like that. these two, the names are marissa and trevor. we re out for an evening stroll. when they stepped through the looking glass. it happened when a young man kept stumbling out of the army and fell down on the ground with them. it was an instant that feeling. he looked at me and said i m being robbed, can you help me?
csi basics. take twitchell s garage for instance. this is what it looked like during the normal light of day. and this is a photo taken from the same angle, minutes later, once the floor was sprayed with luminol. the chemical that makes blood glow. huge spots in the garage which would indicate a large pooling of blood. we found a piece of a human tooth in the garage. we found blood spatter all along the roars of the garage doors. hundreds of spots of splatter where an obvious beating had taken place. also in the garage? csi investigators found this game processing kit. hunters would take out in the bush, to cut up a moose or whatever they have killed. to bring them up. this is what he used and every single tool in that kit had our victim s dna on it. and in twitchell s car? police found other hard evidence. we find a knife in there. a knife with blood on it. visible blood? visible blood on that knife. and that blood matches to
like faction, one of rene s rival in romance. with both of her hands wrapped in duct tape, free one arm, and slit the wrist. a hunters game kit comes with everything you need to cause the body into nice manageable pieces. disturbing? well yes. but remember. all pretense. but then, a couple of weeks later. and this is what she told the police. something happened. strange, and unsettling. we would write back and forth. every day. there was a weekend long pause in the play talk about dexter, the dark side. not a single email from her friend, mark twitchell. then monday came. and with it, and apology. i ve also had something else keeping me busy. he wrote. i m really concerned about telling anyone because of the implications. suffice it to say, i crossed the line on friday. and i liked it.