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Rochester, New York

He writes to one woman: Please elaborate you attention whore.

And to another: You are full of donkey excrement.

Kristine has asked a friend, Deb Cully, to oversee the page when she and Alina are busy. Deb’s technical title is page moderator. She calls Kristine. “This guy’s going crazy,” she says. Deb has had to delete four of his posts in the space of a few minutes.

Kristine tells Deb to go ahead and ban him.

“We have strict rules about name-calling other people, belittling other people, swearing at them, or trying to meddle in their real life,” she said.

But when you ban someone, you delete the footprint of all their posts.

This is not something that worries Kristine in this moment, but later she will wish she’d screenshotted absolutely everything he ever posted before they banned him.

An hour later she sees that he’s created a new Facebook page, called Moscow Idaho Murders Anything Goes.

It’s a collage of Instagram photographs, chiefly from Maddie’s account, although there are a couple of pictures of Kaylee.

Oh, well, Kristine thinks. Pappa Rodger is trying to compete with her. Let him try!

But the next day he goes dark. No posts. Nothing.

When Kristine looks at her Facebook messages to find their correspondence, she sees the messages are gone, as is his creepy picture.

Now, that is weird. That doesn’t need to happen after a ban.

She doesn’t know if he deliberately styled himself after Elliot Rodger or what his deal was.

On December 30, the news bursts onto TVs around the country: The police have made an arrest. In Pennsylvania.

When Kristine compares the features of the guy in handcuffs on her TV screen to the profile picture of Pappa Rodger, she sees an uncanny resemblance.

And she starts to wonder…

Was he right here under her nose all this time?

Is Bryan Kohberger also Pappa Rodger?