Gunshots were not uncommon in the semi-rural area. Where were her dogs, Zachary and Sparky? Lindholm parked in the driveway and walked across the front lawn toward the house, not knowing whether to be annoyed or scared. Her son hadn’t been at the bus stop waiting for her to pick him up, and it was too quiet. Lindholm’s first thought was that teenagers had broken in to bother the horses, but her concern was mounting. The rest of the chain was wrapped around the gate. She frowned when she saw the lock dangling from the latch and a glint from a link in the broken metal chain shining on the gravel driveway. Her natural blond ringlets falling to her shoulders, Lindholm pulled into the driveway and hopped out of her truck to unlock the gate. Lindholm’s Ford F-250 diesel truck was dusty from hauling hay and horse tack and pulling her horse trailer. The ranch, where Lindholm lived with her twelve-year-old son, Eric, was two miles from a newly sprouted development of ranch-style homes whose driveways featured shiny sport utility vehicles that rarely touched dirt. The two-and-a-half-acre property had a barn, two corrals where Lindholm trained horses and gave riding lessons, and a tack room to store saddles, bridles, and horse grooming gear. Lindholm, fifty, lived and worked on her own ranch, or ranchette, as purists would put it. One by one, ranchers had cashed out to developers, resulting in a jarring mix of empty, overgrown lots and urban sprawl next to the older mansions of monied ranchers. Diane Lindholm rounded the corner in her noisy pickup truck, passing the new suburban subdivisions carved from the ranches that once dominated rural Riverside, California. One Lindholm Ranch Rubidoux, California April 17, 2001, 4 p.m.
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One by one, detectives found other victims-the lucky ones who survived, but had been too terrified to come forward. And for many years, Michael and Janeen were never caught.until police uncovered the body of a Las Vegas teen in a horse trailer. They worked together as a team, luring girls into their twisted world of violence, and depravity. At last, on the road with his new young lover, Michael could indulge his darkest, wildest obsessions. Michael was a successful entrepreneur and family man with eight beauty salons and a six-figure income-but two years later, he gave it all up to run away with Janeen.
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