For 14 years. Pat Young: I looked at every man. I could look at your arm and say you could be him or you were not him. Zea Miller: It was one of the first rain storms of the fall-- and something about the way rain sounds outside of a glass door triggered some tiny little part of me, that had that body memory, that exact same sound, nine years before and I lost it.
I was curled up in a ball on the floor, crying and screaming, before I knew what was going on. For all their trying over a decade and a half, and though they kept a bulging file of cases, each with a sample of the rapist's DNA, they could not find him. Could not figure out who he was. There may have been some who felt the police were not trying hard enough, but not the women. They had already done what they could to identify the man.
And they seem to feel the police were doing their best too. Pat Young: There was never a change in personnel that somebody didn't call me to say this officer or this detective's out. Has moved to here. I've got your case. Can I come talk to you? Zea Miller: Over the years, he kept in touch with me. He said, "Zea, I haven't forgotten about your case. We're still working on it. We're still looking for this guy. We're gonna find him. Keith Morrison: Must have been enormous amounts of pressure.
I mean-- on-- on both the investigators and on your office to get something done. Roger Moore: The pressure on them to-- to avoid another victim was tremendous. And-- and I know one of the detectives worked on the case for years. Who has now gone to law school and is an attorney. Just said that that was one of his-- his biggest regrets upon leaving the police department was that that was still an open case. The rain. The dark. The woods.
Now it was April 29, The evening patrol shift had gathered for nightly briefing. Roger Moore: The police department here had done at roll call, the Sergeant, before sending them out, he remembered had said, "Now, fellas. It's a rainy night. Keep an eye out for the Wooded Rapist. Same night, a few miles away, in a suburb called Brentwood, a favorite haunt of the rapist, a visiting couple from Michigan bedded down in their camper in a relative's driveway.
Their dog slept on the floor beside them, and suddenly:. Dennis Ferrier : Dog starts barking, yapping. A woman looks out the window of her camper and there's this ski f-- mask right in her face, and he growls at her, you know, rrrr.
And she says it was a really mean growl. Well, she gets on the phone and says, "Hey, I've got a-- there's a man in a mask in this neighborhood. One of the officers who'd attended the briefing earlier that evening responded to the call. Not far from the visiting camper, he spotted a Jeep driving down the dark street.
Dennis Ferrier : Pulls him over. Ends up having to let him go, you know. Can't hold him, but now they've got him-- their eyes on him. They know who it is. They have the license plate. They have face.
They have a name. Dennis Ferrier : Certainly suspected that this guy might be a prowler, but, you know, they let him go that day. What they needed desperately, the only thing that might link this suspect to the string of horrific rapes, was a sample of his DNA. But how to get it? Quietly, carefully, they went about the business of tracking their suspect.
They watched his house, they followed his Jeep. They waited for an opening. And finally, it came. The man walked into a restaurant, ordered lunch, ate it, and left.
Roger Moore: The-- officers in Brentwood collected his utensils from a meal that he'd eaten and had left without clearing his tray or table. And submitted those to our TBI crime lab. Keith Morrison: So as long as the person has thrown it away, doesn't want it anymore, you can go in and scoop it up.
The results were back within 48 hours. Within hours he was arrested. And Zea Miller, now 24 years old, answered her phone, and found herself talking to one of the police officers who'd been working her case for almost a decade.
Zea Miller: Oh yeah. I was crying and laughing some more and screaming. And calmed down enough for about 20 seconds to say, "How and who?
It was May 1 , and finally, there he was: the name and the face behind the DNA. Robert Jason Burdick, 38 years old. A record as clean as a whistle. This, police decided, had to be the man they called The Wooded Rapist. The man who'd kept his identity a secret through 14 years of terror. And in a small town not far from Nashville, that news was about as shocking as a thing could be.
Angela Greear: It was all anybody was talking about that-- can you believe it was Jason? Can you believe that he did that? Angela Greear is a nurse, happily married, two children. But once upon a time, in Clarksville, Tenn. Angela Greear: Everybody knew him. Everybody liked him. He had a wonderful family. He came from a wonderful family. They went to church on Sundays.
They were members of all the organizations. He was an athlete. Dennis Ferrier: He was-- popular, attractive. Girls liked him. Women liked him. In fact, Robert Jason Burdick had been a local football hero and something of a big man on campus.
When Angela Greear moved to Clarksville as a teen, she felt privileged that he chose her as his girlfriend. Angela Greear: Yes. Any of the girls. He had a way with the girls, that's for sure. After high school, Burdick tried a career as a prison corrections officer, but his success with women got him into trouble.
Keith Morrison: There was a story I think about him leaving the prison system after having an affair. Dennis Ferrier: Apparently he left af-- because he had an affair with somebody. And that person's husband attacked him, and there was a fight. And so Burdick built a new career - in security systems, learning the trade partially under the tutelage of former boss Howard Kohnstamn.
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