Mike Boudet

Michael barely flinched.

He had admitted to having dates to his apartment and getting so shit-faced that he didn't remember them leaving.

He confessed to putting his hands around one of the women's necks and awakening to find a body in a garbage bag.

That's bad.

But even now, when confronted with more evidence and yet another body, he deflected.

The detectives were running out of patience and now they didn't just want to know why he killed.

They wanted to know how many more dead women would be found and where they were located.

When they found the first body in East Cleveland in 2013, it was a trash bag in a garage.

The neighbors had smelled something.

By the time the police arrived, the case was already strange.

The suspect, Michael Madison, was calm.

He denied everything and admitted only enough to seem helpful.

One woman, he said, was dead, but he hadn't killed her.

He found her in a bag.

He just moved her.

That's all he claimed.

But the evidence was there.

They still didn't have a clear motive, though, only a suspect who talked in metaphors and acted like a victim all the time.

This victim was also a father of two and a stepfather to one quiet teenager named Jalen, who years later would erupt into his own kind of violence in the same house on Chickasaw Avenue.

The violence from both men was directed only at women.