We had a weird guy below us in an apartment in Seattle in the mid 80s. He had a Volkswagen bug with the passenger seat removed, so we called him “Ted” after Bundy.
One day we came home to flashing lights and crime scene tape. He had answered the door to a police search wiping the bloody butcher knife off on his apron.
He had murdered a young woman and left each separated body part in a garbage bag in a different dumpster all over town.
holy crap
Was he a copycat?