Mike Boudet

If you've never had the pleasure, it's a mixture of rotting fish, dead animal, skunk, and raw sewage.

How's that lunch treating you?

You're welcome.

This call came in six years before Diane's murder, and it wasn't just the first sign of something horrific.

The garage wasn't behind Diane's house.

It was on Hayden Avenue, near a small upstairs apartment Michael had been renting just a few miles away.

Because by 2013, he wasn't living under his mother's roof anymore.

And he wasn't the same cute, cuddly little boy she'd raised.

He had turned cold.

Michael Madison, Diane's son, was no stranger to trouble.

He was quiet and withdrawn.

He's always been that way.

He'd been drifting for years through dead-end jobs, short tempers, and the kind of isolation that makes neighbors nervous.

When the garage door finally opened and the truth finally came spilling out, literally, it wasn't just the neighborhood that changed.

It was the entire Madison household.

especially his stepson Jalen.

The man he had once called stepdad would now be called something else entirely, a killer.

Michael wasn't exactly a copycat, but his crimes bore chilling similarities to those of another Cleveland serial killer he reportedly admired, Anthony Sowell, infamously known as the Cleveland Strangler.

Sowell was convicted in 2011 after the remains of 11 women were found at his home.

Years later, Jalen Plummer, who lived with his stepfather Michael in the same house,