I used to be a newspaper editor. Saw some awful things. One of them was a young woman strangled and dumped.
I kept a map on the wall by my chair. I looked at where she was last seen, and where her home was. It was an old country road, and I knew she was in the weeds along it.
But I didn't go look, because I knew I'd find her, and the police would probably suspect me.
Years later I realized kind of dumping of a body is the sign of a serial killer. These days, I would have looked for a man who wanted to be a police officer, but failed, and drove a police-type car -- Caprice or Crown Victoria.
His name is Dale Anderson.
I helped get rid of a child molestor and a school administator who sexualy assaulted an employee.
Turtle enjoyed doing these things.