In Cold Pursuit: My Hunt for Timothy Krajcir - The Notorious Serial Killer

In Cold Pursuit: My Hunt for Timothy Krajcir - The Notorious Serial Killer

Language: English

Pages: 320

ISBN: 0882823485

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Rookie police officer Paul Echols didn’t know, on that cold April night, that twenty-three-year-old college coed Deborah Sheppard’ s unsolved murder would haunt him and lead him on a twenty-five year chase for a serial killer.

Timothy Wayne Krajcir did not fit the criminal psychologist profile of a serial killer. He wasn’t predictable. Krajcir’s victims ranged in age from twenty-one to sixty-five. Some were black. Some were white. Some were alone. Some had children. Some had husbands present during their attacks. Some he robbed. Some he raped. Some he killed.

In Cold Pursuit: My Hunt for Timothy Krajcir - The Notorious Serial Killer is the firsthand account by the man who unraveled the “Cold Case” trail of blood and death to bring justice and redemption to the victims and families. Filled with exclusive interviews, never before revealed details and shocking photos, In Cold Pursuit is the riveting true crime story that delves deep into the mind of a serial killer and the man who brought him to justice.

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seeing anybody along the way there or were you following her vehicle?” “I seen, uh…there was a couple people outside doing various chores, I think.” “Okay. Did she struggle with you at all? Was it—” “No, not really. Other than just grabbing the knife there.” “Do you remember how you ended up with the knife back?” “I know I…I just reached over and grabbed it and took it…She gave it back to me.” “Did…did you cut yourself or she cut herself during that?” “I didn’t cut myself. I…I don’t

him in a blanket or something. I can’t remember for sure.” “How old was the son?” I asked. “He was probably twenty.” “Where exactly was this house? What was it near?” Danny asked. “I think there’s a…a Laundromat…looked like a…a dry cleaning store or a store where you could pick up clothes, you know, that you had cleaned or something…And then right across…there’s a road that goes up this way. A little hill. And then her house is right here. It was right off a main road. And there was an

the right thing. My trouble began with peeping, too much free time with nothing to do. I got a locker off the base, bought some civilian clothes and started peeping again. I just couldn’t afford going back and forth to Milwaukee. Up to that point in time I never assaulted anyone. One evening looking in a doorway I saw this gal’s husband leaving for work. I watched for a while, and why I don’t know, but all of a sudden I went through a kitchen door and raped for the first time. A few months later,

take some time. And I had to call Suzanne to see if she was willing to go. “Hey, Suzanne, it’s Paul. Do you remember discussing the Deborah Sheppard case when Cold Case Files was there taping us for the Schumake case?” “Yeah, you mean the show that cut me out, leaving me on the editing floor?” she joked. “Well, the time has come. Can I come over and meet with you to discuss the evidence I have? I also need to talk to you about sending the microscopic slides to a lab in San Diego.” “Sure. Why

and the championship intramural basketball game. But she didn’t need to. She was beautiful even after a workout. It was a Thursday, one of two nights a week that Deborah religiously attended fitness classes. Heads turned as she walked into the basketball courts with her rust-colored jumpsuit with white stripes hugging her curves. The faint smell of chlorine lingered in the air from the Olympic-sized swimming pool near the basketball courts at Southern Illinois University’s student recreation

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