I'll Be Gone in the Dark: One Woman's Obsessive Search for the Golden State Killer

by Michelle McNamara

A single-story house second from the corner in a quiet, middle-class neighborhood was his preferred target. He always wore a mask.

He loses his power when we know his face.

blending in, a man whose ordinariness was his mask.

EAR was brazen enough to attend events dedicated to his own capture, that he blended in, observed, remembered, and excelled at a certain kind of malevolent patience.

I love my husband. I hate men.

It was a power play, a signal of ubiquity. I am both nowhere and everywhere. You may not think you have something in common with your neighbor, but you do: me.

“Your scientists were so preoccupied with whether or not they could, they didn’t stop to think if they should.”