wayne came to one of the sessions, he walked into the back of the studio and he had horrible scratches on his arms. deep and painful crisscrossing both arms. it was more this way and that way and that way and that way and that way. and they were angry looking. and when i looked at him, the first words out of my mouth was, oh, wayne, what happened? that looks awful. and he said he had fallen into a bush. 15-year-old terry pue died late that january. his body dropped by the roadside in a rural county 20 miles from home. he had been strangled. his mother whoever killed him, he had to tussle with him because he had scratches all over him. it gives me chills down my spine still. to this day, kathy andrews does not believe wayne s explanation. he did not fall in a bush. it was after you realized, it
he did not fall in a bush. it was after you realized, it was fairly obvious. and i don t know what else could have caused that kind of wound on his arm. the intervals between murders were shrinking. 19 days from lubie geter s disappearance until terry pue s death, then 15 days until the next victim. soon 13, then 11, and before long, a body a week. fbi profiler roy hazelwood says this is not unusual for serial killers. they come to believe that they in fact are almost immune to mistakes, if you will. and they can take greater risks because it s more exciting and because they re so superior they don t have to worry about the inferior police catching them. after a month, lubie geter s body would be found in the woods.
river. he came to a ridge. i saw red lights and the car started slowly moving away from me on the bridge. campbell radioed the other team members up above him. i asked, did a car stop on the bridge? you know, i couldn t believe what i saw. and each person told me they didn t see it. then a policeman in a chase car, hidden on the other side, came on the radio. he just said the car is pulling in the parking lot here turning around in front of me. started to come back in my direction crossing the bridge. this is that white station wagon. police followed it and stopped it nearby. fbi agent rushed to the scene. the driver was standing by the highway. he was talking with the officers. saw a black male. he had on a baseball hat. glasses. the young man was wayne williams, about to turn 23. a self-anointed music talent scout who slept days and roamed the city at night. he was invited over to his car. he got in the car and i said do you know why we re here? and he
take a risky, unusual plan. send a convicted drug dealer undercover into a dangerous prison to befriend and alleged serial killer. i m not a serial killer hunter. i said, how am i going to do this? at stake, answers. wondering where she is. what happened. peace for grieving families. you want to find her and bring her home and you can t. and one man s freedom. you don t just turn around and give out candy and say, you re free to go. i went through hell and back. early each day, donna reitler greets her daughter, trisha. i say good morning every morning. i look at that and i can hear her say hi, mom! trisha was very kind-hearted and very smart. as a child, says father, garry, trisha lit up the room. she would just bound into the room, spread her arms apart and say ta-da! that type of thing. they brought her here to marion, indiana, to attend this small, christian college. one spring evening in 1993, trisha left her dorm room for a walk. on march
the woods, then the rivers of atlanta, georgia. in all, more than two dozen victims, most of them strangled. by may, 1981, the police and fbi were hiding in the brush beside and below the river bridges. this was to be the last night, almost the last hour. i heard the splash. bob campbell, a police recruit, jumped to his feet down beside the chattahoochee river. i was really startled. it sounded like a body entering the water. he looked up at the bridge. and i saw brake lights of a car coming. i saw red lights. the car started slowly moving away from me across the bridge. campbell radioed the other team members up above him. i asked, did a car stop on the bridge? because i couldn t believe what i saw. and each person told me they didn t see it. then a policeman in a chase car hidden on the other side came on the radio. he just said, the car is pulling in the parking lot here turning around in front of me and started coming back across the bridge going back in