America’s MOTEL Killer Who Died a Free Man

Every town has a dark side. There's a stretch of Interstate that runs straight up through Indiana, connecting Chicago at the top and Louisville down at the bottom. It's I-65, and if you've ever driven through the Midwest, you've probably been on it and it didn't mean much to you. It's unremarkable, really. Endless flat

fields on either side of it. And every 30 miles or so, right off an exit, there's a little cluster of motels, the Days Inns and Super 8 types. Well, the killer figured out that late at night, those motels, they got pretty quiet out there. Usually just a lone clerk behind the registration table.

>> [music] >> They decided they were going to do some unspeakable things there. This killer was never caught. Least, not when it mattered, and the amount of victims they tallied up is impossible to know for sure. But, there's definitely a lot of them. >> [music] >> Hey guys, it's Andrew. Welcome to Everytown, where tonight we're hitting

the highway and headed to Indiana together to track down a killer. So, grab your snacks and buckle up. [clears throat] This is the disturbing case of the Days Inn killer. >> [music]

>> It was just past 11:00 at night on March 2nd, 1989, when 24-year-old Peggy Gill clocks in for the overnight shift at the Days Inn off I-65 in Merrillville. Earlier that evening before work, she'd been over at her dad's, and two of them were putting the finishing touches on a birthday cake for

him. His 51st was the next day and Peggy was baking from scratch. She wanted it to be perfect for her pops. She hugged him on the way out the door and told him happy early birthday, old man. She had no idea she'd never make it to the actual celebration. About 70 rooms are booked for that