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My name is Daniel Adams . I am currently Sixty-five years old reaching stage four of lung cancer .  Doctors have informed me I have less than 4 months to live. This letter will become national news after my departure from the world.  In 1999 I was  the lead detective in the cadaver California murders case. A case that touched the news everywhere by 2003. It would be the last case I worked until I turned in my badge for the remainder of my life. I made a promise to god I would never speak about this case ever again.  It was a case that hit home. I have worked a million serial cases but never one that happened in my own back yard. March 4, 1999 I received a call while off duty to report to Redridge Ave.  Pedestrians came across A woman's unidentified body  found dismembered in a trash bag . Her name was Maria patron. She was twenty seven years old.  She had been missing for three weeks. Description : 5'4 ,brunette ,blue eyes and partially visible freckles. Initial cause of death : strangulation.   It made sense why they called me to work this case . I had grown up in bountry county . No other detective knew Redridge Ave better than I did. It wasn't until the second murder that I realized ...this wasn't going to be an ordinary case. 

I received my second phone call on September 16, 1999 . A man's car had broken down on highway 23 just outside Redman county . He says as he pulled over to check his transmission ,  he ran over a black trash bag which appeared to have a woman's collar bone hanging out the side of it. Her name was Denise conman . She was twenty six years old. Description : 5'4 , brunette , blue eyes and partially visible freckles. Cause of death : strangulation.  It was clear that this was no longer a simple homicide, but a serial killing investigation . I couldn't help but realize how familiar the victims looked to me. The brown hair . The blue eyes. The freckles.  They all looked just like ...Miranda. Miranda was the only woman I ever truly loved. We were like Romeo and Juliet but with a twisted plot. Almost like bonnie and Clyde but with a twisted ending.  I knew she was my soulmate . Only problem was , she was married to my bestfriend. 

Our affair lasted almost eight years. Frank never had a clue. Our Saturday night motel meet ups,  Our long talks on the freeway until dawn , our after hour phone conversations that eventually turned to phone intimacy , frank didn't know about any of it .   I always seem to find myself attracted to the unavailable women. But Miranda was different. We fell in love the minute we met each other. God I would have killed for that women. In December of 1998 , Miranda passed away from a accidental  Zanax overdose , and took  our dirty secret to the grave with her.  Her funeral was the hardest thing I had ever done in my entire life. There I was comforting my  bestfriend while he grieved the death of his wife . Little did he know I was grieving the death of the love of my life as well.  I tried to be there for frank as much as I could after Miranda's death but he began to isolate himself from the world. Frank and I completely lost touch by that following year. This case was beginning to feel very familiar.

 There was a metal hook found plunged into the side of trash bag of the victim found on highway 23 .  A piece of evidence that would later close the cadaver California murders case for good.  It was bagged and brought in for finger print testing. 

Approximately Five days later, Fatima rogers was discovered dismembered inside a trash bag  behind an abandon storage unit off of Nookhaven ave She was twenty seven years old. Same emo. She was 5'4 , brunette with partially visible freckles. cause of death : strangulation.   When I arrived at this location, my stomach dropped immediately to the ground.  I realized these murders were a message. Not just any message.  A message for me. I wasn't sure after the second body was found , but I was definitely sure now. All three locations where the women were found .... Me and Miranda spent time there. Red ridge ave is where Miranda and I met up before before her and franks wedding . We would park my car on highway 23 and talk until the sun came up .  Miranda was the only one that knew our hide out spot behind the storage unit on Nookhaven. The locations , the victims appearance pattern. This wasn't a coincidence. 

 I remember the ride home that night , I had a million questions in my head. Did frank find out about our affair ?  Is this revenge ? I have known Frank almost my whole life , and he has never been the type of man to do something like this. Then I remembered the man frank became after Miranda died. I'm not sure what franks capable of anymore.   The results came back from the finger print found on the metal hook in the bag of the second victim. The metal hook is a broken  missing piece from a fishing rod. The fingerprint is a positive match to a man already in our system ... Frank Riggons . My bestfriend frank.  The puzzle pieces were slowly beginning to come together. Frank and I back in college , use to go fishing every other weekend at lake pine . We spent almost thousands of dollars together shopping for the best equipment to enhance our fishing trips. It was a strong possibility frank was murdering these women , in the name of love. 

The interrogation didn't go as smooth. Frank would not confess. He insisted that he had nothing to do with the deaths of these three women although , other evidence was contradicting his story . He has no alibi for any of the times of death , and one of the victims were found just a few miles from where frank lives. Throughout the whole investigation me and frank remained professional . We handled the case without friendship and companionship interfering. I spent most of case reading frank . Trying to understand how my bestfriend could be a cold blooded killer. Trying to understand if I drove him to be one. If he did find out about the affair , Miranda being dead didn't make it hurt any less. If frank went psycho , it was my fault. Then on February 25, 2000 a search warrant was issued for Frank Riggons home . During the search a fishing rod was retrieved with a missing hook, the end seemed to be curved...like it was broken . The fishing rod was later found a match to the hook found on the second victims body . Frank has a motive. The motive was me. He must've found out about our affair late and as revenge he murdered women who looked exactly like Miranda . He wanted to remind me the woman I loved is dead and she's never coming back.   Frank was indicted for the murders of all three women and sentenced to life without parole. Three years after his sentence he hung himself. I am a national hero. I  solved the cadaver California murders. They even have my name in the federal bureau of solved crimes cases. I'm sure frank never thought he would get caught . He never thought his life would end like this...and I bet  He never thought his own bestfriend would kill and dismember  three women and frame him for they're murder. I told you I would kill her for her didn't I ?


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