Even with the proliferation of popular crime dramas on television and America's obsession with reality shows, or perhaps because of them, truth seems stranger than fiction. We can lock our doors from strangers, we can avoid bad neighborhoods and dark alleys, but how do we protect ourselves and our loved ones from the charming co-worker, the timid schoolboy, or the church rector, from the Scott Petersons, Ted Bundys, and BTKs? Jack the Ripper has been memorialized for more than a century, and yet we continue to fall victim to his successors. We may watch our backs for a while, but we get drawn in like victims of a Tsunami, chasing the receding waters before the wave rather than running for higher ground.