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Disgust and fright could clearly be seen on the faces of the Chicago PD on that frightening day. December 13, 1978. Lieutenant Marks was one of the first officers to begin the search on John Wayne Gacy's property. It had taken months to finally apprehend the perverted slaughterer of so many young men, and Marks was thankful to finally have the suspect, no, the murderer.
What a sick man, Marks thought as he entered the house. It smelled of decomposing flesh and newly laid limestone. In his face you could see complete and utter shock. Alright guys, let's get this thing on the road, Marks roared.
Questioning citizens lined West Summerdale Drive. Their murmurs could be heard as they watched police enter house number 8213. Cries of disbelief, distress, and astonishment could be heard for miles. Chicago was in a flurry.
We must ask all citizens to return to your homes, so as to not interfere with the investigation. We will use police force if necessary, thank you. The officer's voice echoed as he tried to sound superior and intelligent. Slowly citizens began returning to their homes. Some stayed behind, but were not met with any police force as was promised by the pompous officer. He was young and still learning but he thought he was the best on the force.
Start bringing them out, Marks barked to his comrades. Bodies and remains of Gacy's poor young victims began surging out of the house. They were carried out one or two at a time, the count began to rise quickly. Twelve, fifteen, eighteen, twenty. The stench was horrendous. Bodies were decomposing and you could see a large bulge in each of the boy's throats.
As the day went on many people left, but as one left a new onlooker would take their place. It took days to find all the bodies. By the end of the investigation, the total number was twenty-nine.
Along with the bodies, magazines, books, movies, amyl nitrate, valium, various pills, a switchblade, a stained section of rug, photographs of pharmacies and drug stores, an address book, a scale, handcuffs, police badges, an Italian pistol, clothing too small for him, a receipt for a roll of film, nylon rope and a two by four with a hole drilled in each end were removed from the home.
How do all of these add up? Marks wondered. The magazines, books, and movies all promoted homosexuality and child molestation. That would explain why all the victims were young boys. He thought. but what about the rest? He studied the photographs and the evidence, slowly making
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