“These girls think, ‘I can’t be touched,’… Well, 17 girls thought that, and now they’re dead.”
-Joel Rifkin, New York’s most prolific serial killer.
In Rifkin’s cluttered garage, detectives followed their noses to a reeking wheelbarrow, extracting three ounces of human blood. A pair of women’s panties lay on the floor, near a stockpile of rope and tarp. A chainsaw found in the garage was stained with blood and bits of human flesh. Neighbors recalled strange odors emanating from Rifkin’s garage, but they had assumed the smells were from insecticides he used in his landscaping business. In actuality, the smells had come from the remains of Rifkin’s 17 female victims.