The Lonely Hearts Killers

I am no typical murderer. On the day of his arrest, Raymond Martinez Fernandez informed Michigan police. Seated in the wooden chair between two investigators, the well dressed, thin, balding guy delivered a tawdry tale of murder, deceit, and sex. Every few minutes, his fat sex slave and accomplice gave him a white handkerchief to wipe his perspiring forehead with while they watched with wide-eyed love and admiration. He talked about their trip through a labyrinth of deceit and treachery for several hours, culminating in the murders of up to seventeen women. He said, "I have a way with women, a power over them." He said that voodoo was the means by which he attained such power. Order now to find out more