He stomped the snow off his boots; the ice storm had no mercy on this town. It was nearly 3:30 in the morning, and the officer had somewhere important to be. He knocked on the woman’s door and followed her down into her basement. She didn’t even seem to notice the chill in the air. It seemed like she was distracted. Like she had seen something far more scarier than a relentless winter storm. Tara explained she came down into the basement and saw her son like this. She glanced down, the officer squatted and peeled back the bath towel. There, staring up at him. Was the severed head of Tara’s son sitting in a black bucket. The details of this case would lead everyone to believe a female Jeffrey Dahmer was on the loose.