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Was the man they sought so highly motivated by sexual frenzy that he would need to seize two victims within a four-hour time span? It would seem that even the most maniacally potent male might have been exhausted and satiated after one attack. Why then would he return to the same park and take away another woman only four hours later?

In Seattle, in his offices at the Seattle Police Department, Captain Herb Swindler opened the sealed envelope I’d delivered from the astrologer. A slip of paper read, “If the pattern continues, the next disappearance will occur on the weekend of July 13th to 15th.” He felt a chill. It had come true. Twice.

Construction work was going on on each campus where the girls were missing.

Someone in the grip of a maniacal rage had found her asleep and vented that anger. Detectives could find no motive at all; the victim was a friendly, shy girl who had no enemies. She had to have been a chance victim, attacked simply because someone who knew she slept alone in her basement room, had perhaps seen her through a window, found the basement door unlocked.