The Grim Sleeper Page #4

to this party,

and I didn't want to go. I wanna go

to the movies with my boyfriend.

I borrowed her

her car and drove her off.

I told her that I

will pick her up at midnight.

I fell asleep at my boyfriend's.

When I didn't pick her up, she took a ride

home with a guy that she met that night.

They found her body in the

woods a week later.

So, you do know.

Does it ever getting any better?

No.

Anything new?

- Not yet.

Let's get the whole thing to the lab.

Give me a rush on DNA and ballistics.

I don't want any more damn reporters

get a step ahead of me.

Anthony, you brushed your teeth

long enough. Time to bed.

You're crazy. If you break that bed, where you

gonna sleep? - Why are you all...

dressed up? - I'm gonna go see

Loretta. - Don't go meet Loretta.

It's okay,

your uncle is here.

Don't go.

Look, I promise you...

- Don't go.

Okay. I won't go.

Miss Pelisek, I hope

you get payed overtime.

I can't believe it. I just found

another murders.

The same details, probably the same guy.

And this one happened in the 90's.

I mean, this guy's been

killing for almost 20 years.

Looks to me

that's 1986.

Oh my gosh, you're right.

I must be wrong. I mean,

this guy can't be going...

on a killing spree for this long and

no one know about him. Right?

A courier from the DNA

lab just drooped this for you.

Sweet Jesus!

Captain is still here?

- Yeah, in her office.

OK, now Tanya Hartnett the 1986.

- You know it's almost midnight, right?

What's the autopsy number? - Do not

touch my computer, I'll have you arrested.

You're so melodramatic when you're tired.

What's the autopsy number?

Pretty please?

You know that I am expecting steak dinner

out of this? - Multiple gunshot wounds,

found on Denker. Isn't

that a block away from Western?

These were all happening

right around Western.

Okay, so what caliber? - You didn't

realized that was me asking you out?

.25 caliber, it's the

same as the others!

OKay, now Margette Lincoln, in 1987.

- Did you not hear what I just said?

Yes, you will get a steak dinner.

Margette Lincoln, 1987.

There's only hospital file.

Shot in the chest,.25 caliber bullet,

lingering in a coma,

not expected to live.

Maybe she pulled through.

You think that he left a surviver?

Like this color. I'm coming back

on Tuesday. The same color. Alright.

Excuse me, Margette Lincoln?

Your son told me

I can find you here.

My son? You've been in my house?

Yes, I could not find your phone

number. I work for the LA Weekly/i ,

I'm doing research for crimes that

happened in the '80s and I came...

across the story of how you were attacked.

- I don't know who you think you are,

but you need to

get off of my business. OK?

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