Most serial killers have a weapon of choice, an M.O., a perfect victim, a calling card, a talisman, a trophy, or a location they preferred to kill or dump bodies.

Franklin had none of these.

He didn’t even fit most serial killer stereotypes. His childhood was happy, he didn’t start by killing animals or pets, he didn’t keep trophies, and few people would say “he seemed like a nice guy” on the n...

The silence between Franklin and Hannah spoke volumes. It wasn’t about avoiding her, it was simply about avoiding being torn apart.

Franklin had loved Hannah from the moment he saw her at the Ranch Bowl. She had a boyfriend at the time, but that didn’t matter. Franklin saw her and immediately, he knew he loved her.

They spent time together that first night. Flirting, stolen glances as they hung...