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Welcome

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Serial

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Killer

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Podcast,

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the

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podcast. Who they

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were, what they

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did and how?

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Episode 246. I am

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your humble host, Thomas Rossaland

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Vyborgu. Last episode

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concluded with what I

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deem to be Mullin's

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absolutely most despicable crime,

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the murder of two

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young innocent children.

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now. Mullen

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slunk back into his routine

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like a rat into its

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hole. Same old shuffle home,

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same mock-pushing gig at the

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part-time janitor job, same blank

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stare plastered across his face.

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Nothing stood out. His parents

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barely registered he was there.

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Too dim to notice anything

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off. The neighbors saw the

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same shadow drifting through their

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dull suburban haze. no different

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from any other day. The

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way he picked his targets,

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random as drunk tossing darts,

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kept him off the investigator's

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radar. It was as if

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he was invisible, a ghost

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with a pulse. Even if

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some precinct desk jockey had

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dug into his rap sheet,

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those stints in the mental

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hospital, they'd have shrugged it

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off and moved on. His

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file lacked the neon signs

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of a psycho-killer, painting him

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as just a sad sack

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who might have oft himself

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someday. Death's own wall-flower. That's

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what he was. Gradually, he

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started buying his own hype,

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convinced this cloak of nothing

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was a superpower. A gift

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from whatever twisted destiny crowned

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him. the Messiah of his

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generation. As long as he

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stayed on his mission, he

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figured no one could touch

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him. The voices, those pitiful

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whales from his next batch

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of meat, kept ruining, demanding

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to be snuffed out. To

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him, it wasn't murder. It

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was holy work. No mortal

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badge held sway over him

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while he played Savior. Three

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days after he turned the

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woods into a slaughterhouse on

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the 10th of February, Herb

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was cruising in his beat-to-hell

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station wagon, scrounging firewood like

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some backwoods drifter. Then it

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hit. A voice, sharp as

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a razor, yapping from the

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passenger's seat like a phantom

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hitchhiker. Another lamb pleaded for

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the altar. It thought the

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blood he'd spilled was enough

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to choke the thirst of

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the earth, but the ground

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stayed parched. It always needed

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one more sad sack who'd

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supposedly checked out on life,

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ready to take the big

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sleep. so the whirled could

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keep spinning. Herb understood that

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feeling. Plenty of nights he'd

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stared into the dark and

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wished he could trade places.

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Let someone else pull the

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trigger. Killing was a rotten

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gig, especially for a soft

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touch like him. His old

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man used to sneer at

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that, browned him weak, a

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snivelling skirt. But Herb... had

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cracked the code in those

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long, warped, tet-a-tets with daddy's

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soul, telepathic chats naturally, pops

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envied him, green with it,

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jealous of Herb's big bleeding

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heart. The old bastard-zone soul

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had shriveled, crushed under the

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boot of the system. Through

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the ether, it finally admitted

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his pride. Proud as hell

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of his boy. Proud that

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Herb could gut his own

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empathy and still That voice

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from the shotgun seat faded

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as Herb rolled on. So

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he yanked the wheel into

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a U-turn, prowling back down

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that sleepy suburban stretch until

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he pinned the signal. An

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old man hunched over his

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garden came into view, practically

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screaming to get put down.

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A saintly glow around him

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like a cheap halo in

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a dime store painting, begging

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to die, so the world

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could limp on. Malin eased

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the wagon to the curb,

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fished out the twenty-two rifle

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he had swiped through those

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forest punks, and used the

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hood like a sniper's perch.

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Crouch low, cool as eyes,

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he lined up the shot

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in broad daylight, and squeezed

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the trigger. Fred

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Perez, Santa Cruz lifer, 72

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years on the clock, took

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the hit. He was an

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ex-prise fighter, turned fishmonger. He'd

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punched his way to a

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tidy nest egg, built a

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legacy his kids could eat

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off. That killer right hook

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did not pass down, but

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the shop did. Kept the

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Perez clan fat and happy,

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till the kids could run

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it themselves. The old man

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stayed spry, tending his roses

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like a champ, grandkids buzzing

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around him like flies. The

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bullet punched clean through his

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heart. Fred did not even

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have a heartbeat left to

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register the hits before fading

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to black. No chance lingered

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for him to ponder the

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why of it all. Melin

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clicked the safety, tossed the

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rifle in the trunk. slid

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behind the wheel and peeled

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out. like it was just

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another Tuesday. He imagined himself

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invisible, untouchable. Witnesses and evidence

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did not face him any

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more, not with his crown

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cemented in his skull. Too

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bad for him, one of

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Fred's neighbors was out pruning

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their own patch at the

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same time. They saw the

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station wagon pull by, double

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back, and watched Mullin step

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out. steady that battle and

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pop off the shot like

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it was a carnival game.

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They caught the whole show,

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scribbled down his plates and

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had the cops on the

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line before Fred's body settled

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into the dirt. Barely a

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minute after the shot, a

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patrol car screeched up behind

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Mullin and flagged him down.

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The 22 caliber he'd used

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to kill the kids in

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the woods and later his

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old-time friend. sat right there

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on the passenger seat, plain

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as day. He didn't even

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twitch toward it, just sat

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there with his creepy little

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grin, cool as a corpse,

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like he was waiting for

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the dream to fade. The

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cuffs went on for Fred

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Perez's killing, and they hauled

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him to the nearest precinct

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for a chat. Thirteen bodies

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had piled up in his

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wake, and the spree was

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finally done. Mullen didn't seem

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to clock it. He gabbed

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with the arresting cop like

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there were old pals out

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for a Sunday drive, still

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drifting in his cracked little

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fantasy world. Untouchable, he thought.

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No worries, no sweat. They

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booked him and had him

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in an interrogation room within

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an hour of his latest

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kill. Still acting like consequences

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were for other people. The

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cop scratched their heads. Something

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was seriously off with it.

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This guy, but he hadn't

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grabbed the gun when they

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nabed him. They couldn't figure

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if he was a real

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threat, or just some burned-out

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hippie, dumped in the driver's seat

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to take the fall for a

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sharper blade. Mullen did not fit

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the killer mold. This clean-cut

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ex-flower child looked more like

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he'd stumbled over a peace

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rally than a murder scene.

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Cops might have sneered at

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hippies. But they didn't peg

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them, or guys like Mullen

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at least, for a bloody

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rampage. At first his calm

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vibe seemed like he'd play

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ball. They figured prying answers

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out of him about that

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day's madness would be a

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breeze. That illusion shattered

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fast. Mullen bolted up

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from his chair, barking,

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Silence! Like some deranged

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king! It actually worked.

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The detective froze long

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enough for Mullen to tilt

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his head and listened to

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whatever ghost was whispering

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in his air. Inside, Mullen

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was a mess, a tangle

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of broken wires and crossed

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signals. He'd shown an itch

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to spill his guts before,

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like when he'd bent Father

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Henry Tommy's air, but it

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was a messy urge full of knots.

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On some... Faint flickering level

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of sense, if you

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could call it that, he

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knew he'd been caught with

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blood on his hands. Jail

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lewd. And he got that

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much. Up till then,

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his delusions kept him

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slick, dodging the law

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with random hits. Now that

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mask could slip. The weight

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of hiding it all had

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crushed him for years. And

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this room was a... Presser

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valve begging to blow. Beyond

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that, his catholic roots

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twisted. into it. Confessed

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the sins, washed the slate,

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shed the guilt that gnawed

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at him. In those rare

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clear flashes he hated what

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he had done. No denying

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that. Ego played its part

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too. In his warped head

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he was a hero. Pulling

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off world saving stunts nobody

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else could dream of. No

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ticker tape parade though. just

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the nobody's slogging through life.

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He saw himself as his

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generation's golden boy, America's last

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hope. Yet folks treated him

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like dirt. Now, finally, he

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had a stage to crow

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about his triumphs. He still

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believed he was above it

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all. psychic powers and destiny

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shielding him from the law's

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grubby paws. And they pressed

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him again about why he

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had killed Fred Perez in

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cold blood, daylight blazing. No

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reason at all. The damn

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burst. Every thought he'd ever

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nursed came spewing out like

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sewage. He kept circling back

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to orders. Someone, something, told

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him to do it. Not

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some shadowy conspiracy, though. No,

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he flipped it. These were

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rebels fighting the big machine.

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Voices from every corner of

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America, top to bottom. Lucky

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for him, every victim supposedly

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signed off on their own

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exit. Assisted suicide, he claimed.

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Only Mullin heard the green

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light, of course, through that

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private telepathy line he swore

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away. The cops were stumped.

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They wondered whether this nutcase

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was for real or... cooking

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up an insanity plea with

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a paper trail of crazy,

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more stuck in some gray

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zone in between. They scribble

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down his ravings, filed them

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for later and kept pushing.

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This was not just about

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open and shut cases anymore.

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Maybe a dozen cold cases

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could get nailed shut. Hours

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dragged on as Mullin unloaded

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his life's warped highlight reel.

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Once he'd spun his wild

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tales about reality, his deeds,

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the works The police stared

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him to six other murders

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from the same stretch. They

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prodded on pride, quite openly,

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wanting him to confess, so

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that they could write off

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those elusive murders all on

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Mullen. His schizophrenia twisted memories,

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sure, but those killings he

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owned were seared in deep.

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He swore he did not

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touch the others, claimed he

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had never even heard of

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them. Those cases had screamed

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through the headlines, branding the

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city Murderville USA, but Mullin

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insisted that he was not

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the culprit. The detectives leaned

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hard, itching to clear the

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slate in one swing. His

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methods were all over the

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map, kept him slippery. So

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maybe these other hits were

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just him, switching gears. Thus

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sticking to a new pattern,

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they suggested. That hurt plenty

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of lies, but not this

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kind of fairy tale epic.

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Mullin rambled on, hoarse and

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relentless, chasing every stray thought.

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No more confessions came, though.

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The other cases stayed ice

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cold. Turns out, those killings

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the cops tried to pin

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on him were Edmund Kemper's

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handiwork. Another serial killer prowling

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the same turf. Kemper's tally

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climbed by two more. before

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he strolled in himself and

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surrendered willingly. Eventually they... in

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a defense attorney to spell

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out melon's rights and shepherd

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him through what lay ahead.

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The lawyer reached out to

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the melon clan only to

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find no therapist was on

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the case. Nobody was treating

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this walking wreck. A guy

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so far gone, even a

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stranger could see his world

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didn't line up with everyone

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else's. melon wasn't just unwell.

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He was drowning. His mind

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had been rotting unchecked since

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day one, fueled by a

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life warped into paranoia and

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illusions. Whatever was left of

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the real mullin was long

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buried under the madness. His

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car told more of the

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story. Guns, knives and a

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scribbled note tucked inside. It

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read and here I quote,

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Let it be known to

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the nations of the earth.

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The people that inhabit it,

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this document carries more power

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than any other written before.

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Such a tragedy as what

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had happened should not have

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happened, and because of this

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action which I take of

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my own free will, I

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am making it possible to

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occur again. For while I

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can be here, I must

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guide and protect my dynasty."

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The dead boys in the

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woods finally turned up, right

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where Mullin said they would

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be. There looked like echoes

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of his younger self. Scruffy

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hippie kids chasing a good

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time. It was as if

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he had been swinging at

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his own ghost. The whorled

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watched. Jaws dropped, as the

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ugly truth clawed its way

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out. No one doubted Mullin

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did the deeds he bragged

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about. His court-appointed lawyer Jim

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Jackson. did not even try

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to spin it otherwise. The

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courtroom showdown wasn't about whether

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he had carved up those

18:00

bodies, but whether the law could

18:02

pin the blame on him. The police

18:05

saw it coming a mile off. The

18:07

insanity card was about

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to hit the table. Mullins'

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guilt was not up for debate.

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He had spilled every gory

18:16

detail, stuffed the cops, had

18:18

under wraps from the public.

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He had the murder tools

18:22

in his grip, and eyewitnesses

18:25

caught him plugging his last

18:27

victim in broad daylight. He

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had killed every soul they

18:31

charged him with, no question

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about it. But a real fight

18:36

was over his headspace. Could

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he stand trial or was he

18:40

too far gone? His defender,

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Jackson, argued Miolin's delusions

18:45

round the show, dragging

18:47

him into bloodshed he could

18:50

not control. If that held,

18:52

he wasn't a cold-blooded

18:54

killer, just a puppet with

18:57

snapped strings. Under you

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as law, you are saying if

19:01

you know what you're doing and

19:03

can tell right from wrong."

19:05

Mullen's own words cut both

19:07

ways. He'd moaned about the

19:10

horror and shame of his

19:12

killings, proving he could still

19:14

spot the line between good

19:16

and evil. If he knew

19:18

it was wrong and did it

19:21

anyway, his scrambled brain did

19:23

not get a free pass.

19:25

The jury did not buy

19:27

the defense's line that his

19:30

mind flickered. Claire, one minute,

19:32

lost next. They saw no

19:34

proof, beyond his own

19:36

rambling's. Mullin had a

19:38

history of playing head games

19:41

with shrinks, and the

19:43

prosecutor pounced on it.

19:45

This wasn't some drueling

19:47

madman stumbling through

19:49

life. He had planned kills, dodged

19:52

a law with slick moves.

19:54

Those... Voices he leaned on, they

19:56

did not just whisper kill. They

19:59

coached him. to cover his

20:01

tracks, switching weapons and tactics

20:03

like a pro. A true

20:05

nutcase would not pivot from

20:08

bats to blade to gun

20:10

to rifle. Chaos does not

20:12

think that hard. The court

20:15

ruled him fit to face

20:17

the music. From there, turned

20:19

into a tug-of-war between the

20:22

prosecution and defense over what

20:24

stuck. In American law, first

20:26

degree murder means murder means

20:29

planning. Cold, calculated death. Second

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degree is heat of the

20:33

moment, a flash of intent

20:36

without the blueprint. Jackson pushed

20:38

hard. All of Mullin's kills

20:40

were second degree spur-of-the-moment jobs.

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Mullin faced ten murder counts,

20:45

not yet tagged for Lauren's

20:47

white father Henri Tomé or

20:50

Mary Gilfoyle. His first trio.

20:52

At his first of March

20:54

hearing he lugged in a

20:57

two-volume legal tone and threw

20:59

the room off balance by

21:01

trying to plead guilty. The

21:04

judge would not bite. I

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won't accept that, Mullen snapped

21:08

back. You gave me a

21:11

choice, and I chose. His

21:13

lawyer stepped in, but Mullen

21:15

cut him off. Clipped and

21:18

sharks, he said, and I

21:20

quote. I refuse counsel. The

21:22

judge held firm, so Mullen

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jabbed a finger at Jackson

21:27

and spat, and again I

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must quote, I don't care

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to be represented by a

21:34

long hair. The judge vouched

21:36

for Jackson's skills, bushy looks

21:38

and all. Mullen fired back,

21:41

and I quote, in that

21:43

case I plead guilty to

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ten counts of first-degree murder,

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end quote. And thus, back

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to square one. fumed over

21:52

losing control while the judge's

21:55

patience frayed before the trial

21:57

even kicked off. District

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Attorney Chang weighed in

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and I quote, you

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can't just slap a

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guy with charges and

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let him cop to

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10 first degrees. The

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Supreme Court would bury

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us, end quote. Therapists

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swooped in to examine

22:19

Mullin. Verdict unanimous. Herbert

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William Mullin was a

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paranoid schizophrenic. Textbook case.

22:25

Voices in his skull,

22:27

thoughts in shards, delusions

22:29

of grandeur like psychic

22:31

powers. No facts could

22:33

shake his belief in

22:35

a sprawling conspiracy. FBI

22:37

to alien ships. This

22:40

thick hospital file and

22:42

face-to-face exam sealed it.

22:44

This guy was a

22:46

mental wreck. Everyone knew

22:48

Mullin killed at least

22:50

ten. The trial would

22:52

settle if he was

22:54

legally insane when he

22:56

did it. The McNoughton

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rule says if you

23:00

know right from wrong,

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you're guilty. Covering your

23:05

tracks proves you get

23:07

it. If Mullen was

23:09

insane by that measure,

23:11

he would walk free

23:13

of blame. Every move

23:15

he made to hide

23:17

his work got a

23:19

hard look. Then there

23:21

was diminished capacity. If

23:23

he simply did not

23:25

grasp what he did

23:27

his actions, first-degree murder

23:30

would thus not stick.

23:32

His defense leaned on

23:34

that, building their case

23:36

on his warped demented

23:38

gospel. Mullins' trial kicked

23:40

off on the 30th

23:42

of July, 1973, with

23:44

him stirring the pot

23:46

as expected. Objections outbursts

23:48

the works. His plea

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was not guilty and

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not guilty by reason

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of insanity. The jury,

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six men, six women,

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chewed it over for

24:01

14 hours. verdict was

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sane and guilty, delivered

24:05

on the 19th of

24:07

August 1973. They pinned

24:09

two first-degree counts on

24:11

him, Jim Dienera and

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Kathy Francis, as these

24:15

were proven to be

24:17

premeditated. The rest were

24:19

deemed impulse kills and

24:22

thus second degree. The

24:24

prosecution was dissatisfied with

24:26

just two top-tier convictions.

24:28

Mullin only shrugged. Sentence

24:31

to life, parole possible in

24:33

2025, he was back in

24:36

court by the 11th of

24:38

December for Father Henry Thomas'

24:40

murder. He started with an

24:43

insanity plea, but flipped it

24:45

to guilty in the second

24:47

degree before things got rolling.

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It saved everyone a slog

24:52

and changed nothing for him.

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He was facing life in

24:57

prison, no matter what. Mullen

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landed in Mule Creek State

25:03

Prison, I own State of

25:05

California. Only there did his

25:08

full story trickle out. medication

25:10

finally tackled his schizophrenia, taming

25:12

the worst of the chaos

25:15

that had ruled him since

25:17

his teens. On the 11th

25:20

of March, 2008, Mullen wrote,

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and I quote, As a

25:25

naive, gullible and immature, undifferentiated

25:27

schizophrenic, I felt that every

25:30

time I got close to

25:32

solving my problems, someone would

25:35

come along and read my

25:37

mind and sabotage my mental

25:40

effort, thus keeping me naive,

25:42

gullible and immature, and therefore

25:45

driving me deeper and deeper

25:47

into undifferentiated schizophrenia. This is

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what I told to the

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psychiatrists and psychologists, who interviewed

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me during the... 10 months

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after my arrest on the

25:59

13th of February 1973. Before

26:02

then, I did not even

26:04

think about such phenomena. Before

26:07

then, I was a non-thinking

26:09

and reactive type of naive,

26:12

gullible and immature, undifferentiated and

26:14

paranoid schizophrenic. End quote. Then,

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on the 11th of March

26:19

2008, he wrote, and again

26:22

I quote, In my Daily

26:24

Prayer Life, I honestly express

26:26

true sorrow and true remorse

26:29

for having committed the thirteen

26:31

crimes. I am sorry, and

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I am remorseful. I hope

26:36

that God of America will

26:39

guide, protect, and improve the

26:41

thirteen victims and their families

26:44

and friends. I hope that

26:46

they will be reimbursed and

26:49

repaid for their loss in

26:51

the tragedy. I am truthfully

26:54

very very sorry." On

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the 21st of July 2014,

26:59

Mullin wrote, I believe I

27:01

have a positive attitude. I

27:04

accept responsibility for the crime

27:06

spree. I am sorrowful and

27:08

remorseful for having committed the

27:11

crimes. I am determined to

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live my life free of

27:15

crime and criminal thinking. I

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look forward to parole and

27:20

plan on being a good

27:22

member of society. I look

27:24

forward to... participating in organizations

27:27

that help the community exist

27:29

in a healthier more worthwhile

27:31

way. I honestly believe that

27:34

I have a positive and

27:36

worthwhile attitude. Who am I?

27:38

What is my purpose? I

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am a natural scientist. I

27:43

enjoy describing and explaining the

27:45

phenomena I perceive in the

27:48

natural world. That means I

27:50

place a lot of importance.

27:52

in the truth and accuracy

27:55

in my descriptions and explanations.

27:57

Where am I going? I

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am in the process. of

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rehabilitating and re-educating myself. Over

28:04

the years, since my

28:06

arrest, I have sincerely

28:08

healed and cleansed my

28:10

mind and emotions of

28:12

paranoid undifferentiated schizophrenia. Because I

28:15

still believe I could and

28:17

should become a free member

28:19

of our USA, California

28:21

society. I believe I

28:23

could become involved in educating

28:26

the younger generations as to

28:28

how and why? They should

28:30

avoid living lives of

28:32

crime. I take responsibility

28:34

for my thoughts, my

28:37

speech, and my actions. I

28:39

am responsible for

28:41

myself. I believe I

28:44

am ready to become a

28:46

law abiding, tax-paying,

28:48

worthwhile free citizen."

28:50

End quote. On the 18th

28:52

of August 2022, Mullin died

28:55

at the age of 75. in

28:57

the California health

28:59

care facility, a convict

29:01

hospital. His death

29:03

was determined to be of

29:06

natural causes. And with that,

29:08

we come to the end

29:10

of this series covering a

29:12

man I choose to call

29:14

the earthquake killer, Herbert Mullen.

29:16

The next episode I will

29:18

bring to you a fresh

29:21

new serial killer expose. So

29:23

as they say in the

29:25

land of radio. Stay tuned.