Two were on the perimeter of the campus of the College of William and Mary, the

second oldest college in the country behind Harvard. It was a place where very

smart young people went to learn.

 

It was also where a serial killer had dumped half his victims.

 

The other two had been found at two separate locations, but both well within the

city limits.

 

He reached the first site, pulled over, and got out. He took a camera from his

duffel and walked over to the forested area where the body of the chemist Jane

Renner had been discovered thirty years ago under a pile of leaves.

 

He walked to the spot and looked down. It was bare ground now.

 

There was no special marker, nothing to denote that a young woman’s body had

been callously jettisoned here.

 

He took a few pictures of the spot and the surrounding area. It was lonely and

probably was just as lonely thirty years ago. Within easy walking distance of

the two-lane road he had driven in on.

 

Forensics had shown that Renner had not been killed at this spot.

 

There had been very little blood. And lividity had demonstrated that the body