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- I, Marc... - I, Marc...

- ...take you, Bonnie... - ...take you, Bonnie...

- ...to be my wedded wife... - ...to be my wedded wife...

- ...to have and to hold... - ...to have and to hold...

- ...from this day forward... - ...from this day forward...

- ...for better or for worse... - ...for better or for worse...

- ...throughout all of life. - ...throughout all of life.

Bonnie, this is the man you love.

I can see it.

It is this moment

where you see her face, and she's looking at Marc,

and then...

she questions what she's doing.

Acting in the authority vested in me

by the laws of the state of South Carolina

I pronounce you husband and wife.

Bonnie's never shared.

She's never shared her story, because

not everyone can relate to being married to a serial killer.

Put a finger down if you were married at 17, divorced by 25,

and then five years later the FBI showed up at your door

to find out that your first husband was a serial killer.

He was actually murdering people before you were married

and throughout your entire marriage.

I literally just came across her TikTok video.

- It's wild. - It is so interesting.

He was killing people

the whole time they was married.

I had to hold the truth

about who he was, until now.

Back in 2002, the FBI showed up at my door.

The first thing that they said was, "your ex husband,

"Richard Marc Evonitz,

is a serial killer."

Yeah.

New evidence uncovered linked Richard Marc Evonitz to

the murders of at least three teenage girls.

Evonitz said to a family member that he cannot remember

how many murders he's been involved in.

It was shocking.

How could I not have known that I was sleeping next to this man

for eight and a half years?

A monster.

Authorities believe he may have continued offending

undetected, if not for the escape of a 15-year-old

girl who was held captive for 18 hours.

She escaped while he was sleeping and directed

the authorities back to his apartment.

This girl is one badass.

The girl that Bonnie's talking about in this video, it's me.

June 24th, 2002,

I was a normal 15-year-old.

I had spent the night here with my friend, and we called

her mom and said, "Is there anything that you need us to do

before we leave for the day?" And she asked us to

water the plants.

So while my friend was taking a shower, I watered the plants.

I didn't realize that that decision would ultimately

change the course of my life.

While I'm out here watering the plants, I notice a car

going out of the neighborhood.

A few minutes later, it comes back and pulls

directly into the driveway.

Fairly quickly, a man who we now know to be

Richard Marc Evonitz gets out of the car.

He walks directly over to me, and he says, "Hey, I have these

magazines, and I would love to leave them with your parents."

And I said, "Oh, OK, well, this is my friend's house."

At that point, he takes his hand out of

his pocket, comes around to

the right side of my neck with a handgun.

And I went, "Stop!"

And he said, "No, you're going to come with me."

Marc then walks me to his car.

The entire backseat was filled with a gigantic

plastic container.

He tells me to get into the container.

Gets in the car,

and he backed out of the driveway.

And left the neighborhood.

I was scared, but I think

my trauma response in that moment

was to pay attention to where we were going,

starting down this road.

I was familiar with this area, so

I knew the turns that he was taking.

The drive was 15 or so minutes

before he pulled over off the side of the road.

He took the lid off of the container, and that was

when he put the ball gag in my mouth.

He put handcuffs on me, and he put leg restraints on.

And he told me to scream as loud as I could,

which I did, and he said, "OK, good."

He put the lid back on the container,

and then he drove another couple of minutes.

My brain, my emotions could not process what was happening

to me.

The emotions were too big.

All of that was shut down.

But my body remembers.

This is the apartment complex,

and Marc backed into that parking space.

Carried the container a short way, set it down,

and then drug it...

...over that threshold into the apartment.

My recollection of what happened next

are just a series of snapshots.

He said,

"If you're good, there will be rewards.

And if you're not, there'll be punishment."

And then he pulled out a legal pad, and he starts asking me

questions and writing down the answers.

What is my name? Where do I live?

Whose house was I at? What are her parents' names?

He was on a fact-gathering mission, and so was I.

He was smoking cigarettes.

I saw the Beanie Baby collection.

That struck me as kind of odd.

I did think, why does this adult man have this?

I started noticing other things about the apartment,

like the birds and the lizards and the guinea pigs that were

all around in cages.

I was determined to collect any information that I could that

could later identify him.

At one point, I was forced to shower.

And then I remember he puts on sadistic, bondage,

pornographic videos and wants me, a 15-year-old,

to describe what I see.

Marc seemed to be thriving off of my embarrassment,

pain, fear.

One of the things that still causes me, even just knowing

that I'm about to describe it,

I can feel it kind of in my chest.

He took me to the bedroom.

He gave me a Valium and a grape Gatorade.

I don't have a super vivid memory of what happened.

My survival mechanism was to separate what was happening to

my body emotionally and mentally.

Ultimately, I passed out.

The next morning, I was restrained next to him with

furry handcuffs around both of my wrists.

And there was a rope, but it went in between,

tied to the frame of the bed.

And then I had a leg restraint on my right leg connected to

another rope that was tied to the foot of the bed.

I remember looking over at him. He was on the left side of me.

And seeing if he was asleep.

And I thought, "This is it. This is the moment to

escape."

I was trying to unscrew that quick link and couldn't do it

with my hands, and so I had to unscrew it with my teeth.

And then reaching down my leg to disconnect my leg restraint,

slid out of the bed,

found my shorts,

went to the front door.

I just remember thinking, "There's no way I can get out

"this door without waking him up.

He's gonna grab the gun on his nightstand and shoot me."

Somehow, I was able to get out of that door in one fell swoop.

And I just ran.

I still had handcuffs dangling from one of my wrists.

I flagged down a car,

held the handcuff up, said, "My name's Kara Robinson.

I was kidnapped, and I escaped from that apartment."

They told me, "Get in the car, get in the car,"

and took me to the nearest sheriff's department.

I couldn't look at this picture for a really long time.

This is from the sexual assault exam.

And the reason I couldn't look at this picture

is because of my face.

Because...

I...

told myself in that moment

and for years afterwards that I was fine.

I didn't feel traumatized.

And that was a story that I told myself for 15 years.

But when you see my face in this picture,

that's not the story that's told.

What you did to get away and to tell your story,

it represents the best of humanity, in my opinion.

Stan Smith was a lieutenant at the time, so he was

on the ground involved in

the investigation of Marc in 2002.

As soon as you got away, he had an "Oh, crap" moment.

You know, he knew what was coming next.

By the time the officers were executing the search warrant at

his apartment, Evonitz had woken up and he was gone.

When law enforcement were in the apartment, one of

the things that they found was a locked blue footlocker.

Inside were numerous things that would open up this idea

that him taking me was not the first thing he had done.

We recovered this during the search of the apartment.

It was full of pornographic magazines, sex toys, handcuffs.

This blue trunk became his trophy box.

He kept women's underwear, handwritten notes in which

he had notated that he had stalked young women,

and then the newspaper.

I have the newspaper article that was found.

Having this as a souvenir

was very telling. - Right.

When I saw this newspaper article,

I immediately went, "serial killer."

It all ended for Richard Evonitz on a dark street

in Sarasota, Florida.

Police, pursuing him for a suspected abduction and rape

in South Carolina, cornered him.

He put a gun to his head and killed himself.

When I found out that he committed suicide,

angry doesn't even begin to encompass the way I felt,

because I ultimately wanted him to see me in a courtroom and

to know I outsmarted him.

He took the easy way out

because he knew he was done for.

At that point in time, our focus was immediately

seeing what else he had done.

As the task force continued to investigate Evonitz,

they received a call from the National Center for Missing

and Exploited Children.

The caseworker found that Evonitz had lived in

Spotsylvania County in 1996 and in 1997, during the time of

the disappearance of Sofia Silva,

Kati, and Kristin Lisk.

It was about a month and a half after committing

suicide in Florida that investigators were able to

connect Marc with fiber, DNA, hair,

and fingerprint evidence to the abduction and homicides of

Sofia Silva and the Lisk sisters.

We have the newspaper here from Virginia when Marc was

conclusively linked to the homicide

of these three girls.

It's always been my belief that Marc was responsible for more

than these three homicides and my own kidnapping.

There's absolutely a probability that he could be

involved in further crimes, and I just don't think this

impulse started in Virginia.

This could be the tip of the iceberg.

In 2002, I had been divorced from Marc for five years.

I was remarried and had two babies.

Life was just starting to

become settled, you know.

I remember I was at home with my boys baking a cake.

I looked up and I could see a man and a woman were

walking into my driveway.

I opened the door, and the first thing that

they said was that they were with the FBI and that I need

to sit down.

They told me that,

"Your ex-husband, Richard Marc Evonitz, is dead."

He had kidnapped a 15-year-old girl in South Carolina and that

she had escaped.

But they believe that he was a serial rapist

and serial killer.

It was shocking...

realizing that my life with him was...

basically a crime scene that's being investigated.

This is where I first met Marc.

Being back feels weird.

Gosh, it's been

35 years, I think, since I was here.

I moved to South Carolina when I was eight years old.

My mom was coming down here for her graduate program at

the University of South Carolina.

I didn't really want to move, but we moved a lot

when I was growing up.

It was just me and my mom, so I was used to always having to

find a new group of friends.

I'm looking for Jennifer's house and I'm not seeing it.

Oh, there it is. That's Jennifer's old house.

I met Jennifer in the sixth grade.

We were classmates.

We became inseparable pretty quickly.

Jennifer had an older sister and an older brother.

Marc was eight years older.

I first met Marc when he would come home

on leave from the Navy.

I'd be over at Jennifer's house hanging out and

I thought he was kind of cute. He was funny.

He was always making me laugh.

I had a crush on him.

There was one day that I was over at Jennifer's house,

and Marc was home on leave.

And we were all listening to music.

And at one point, I got up, and I danced with him.

I was 14 at the time and he was 22.

Brings back a lot of memories.

Yeah.

One day, Marc was home on leave, and he said,

"Maybe we could go grab a bite to eat."

And so we went to the mall.

I hadn't really gone out on many dates or anything

like that.

So being alone with him in the car, I had butterflies

and was nervous about it.

He took me to the restaurant, the Golden China, and it felt

really fancy, and it felt really grown up.

He had been the complete gentleman the whole night.

Afterwards, when he dropped me off, he kissed me.

He's really gentle about it and not forceful,

and it just felt very sweet.

He let me know that he was leaving for San Diego the next

day with the Navy.

But he promised that he would write to me, and I kind of

floated into the house with, you know, this--

I couldn't believe what had just transpired.

Marc did a lot of damage to us

as a family and also other families.

But I just want people to understand that,

as well as my brother, he was a serial killer.

At the time of my friendship with Bonnie,

I don't feel like I ever shared

the dark side of what was happening.

We were taught to keep that private.

I cannot remember a time where there wasn't abuse

from my father.

And our mother was in denial, and she brushed it off.

So it was just normal for all of us.

Marc received the worst of the beatings.

My father hated him.

Every day.

It was just survival.

As we got older, I remember that Marc had this trunk.

He was very secretive about it.

Marc would always keep this trunk locked up.

We would make jokes. "Hey, what's in there?

Let's pop open the trunk."

And he would get kind of upset.

One day my father broke in and

found pornography in the trunk.

There was also a carved wooden penis.

It was stained with shellac.

I mean, he put some time into it.

My father berated him about that and called him a [bleep].

Marc was just hanging his head down.

He wouldn't look up.

He didn't say anything.

After Marc left home for the Navy,

I remember finding a pornography tape in his room.

The tape depicted a woman being bound, raped,

tortured, and killed.

I didn't understand if it was real or not.

It was really disturbing.

Marc was in San Diego for about four months.

True to his word, he wrote me two letters a week.

He gave me a lot of attention.

I was 16-and-a-half, and Marc was 24.

I was infatuated with him.

He came back from San Diego the end of May,

the day after my prom.

We went out to the same Chinese restaurant.

We pulled into this parking lot, and before we got out of

the car, he said, "Wait a second."

He pulled out the ring and said,

"Bonnie, will you marry me?"

I mean, looking back, it's wild.

In that moment, I really loved him, and so I just said "Yes."

I never had any inkling that

Bonnie and Marc were interested in each other.

When I found out they were getting married,

I was blindsided.

And Marc was kind of irritated. "What's your problem?

"Why would you be upset about this?

You should be happy for me."

I thought it was weird.

She's 16.

He didn't really seem to understand that

that was an issue.

This is my senior yearbook, and I...

I reserved a whole page for Marc.

He wrote, "Dearest Bonnie, I'm glad that the school year

"is finally over.

"It represents the beginning of our future.

"I can't wait for our wedding day.

"You will be a beautiful bride, and I know you'll take

"my breath away.

I love you so much!"

I mean, he was saying everything that I wanted

to hear. He was good at that.

Yeah.

In the beginning.

Yeah.

Between when we were engaged and got married, I kept

a calendar of that time frame.

I graduated in June and then I turned 17 in July.

Marc called me up right around my birthday to tell me that

things had shifted with his job and that if we didn't get

married in August, we probably wouldn't get to see

each other for maybe upwards of a year.

So we put the wedding together in two weeks.

♪ "Bridal chorus" plays ♪

I think I was really nervous.

There was a point when I was up there, where I realized that

I hadn't really thought it through.

- I, Marc... - I, Marc...

- ...take you, Bonnie... - ...take you, Bonnie...

And I really wasn't sure

if it was something I should be doing.

As long as you both shall live? If so, just say "I do."

I do.

But everybody talks about having cold feet.

And so I thought, well, that's probably all it is.

And I sort of shook it off.

And I went through with it.

Acting in the authority vested in me by the laws of the state

of South Carolina, I pronounce you husband and wife.

Getting married,

it's just a childish fairy tale type of a thing.

I can see how young I was, like, I look like...

a child.

I had no idea what I was entering into.

All right, TikTok, story time.

When my captor, Marc Evonitz, was on the run, he had talked

to his sister at some point and confessed that he'd

committed crimes and that he'd done this more times than

he could even remember.

Over the years, I have been

sharing my story to people on social media.

I'm a lot more than just the girl who was raped.

The summer after I was kidnapped, I started working at

the sheriff's department.

I worked there summers through high school, through college,

graduated, and ultimately went to the academy.

I became a fully sworn deputy

at Richland County Sheriff's Department.

I work investigating sexual assault and child abuse cases

up until the birth of my first child.

And now, I do activism and education around what it

means to be a survivor.

My law enforcement and victims advocacy background led me on

this journey to investigate Marc Evonitz.

It's my hope that we find other cases that he's tied to so

we can give other families answers about what's happened

to their loved ones.

In preparation for this entire investigative process, one of

the things that was critical to me is overviewing the evidence.

So we are about to go into the Spotsylvania County

Sheriff's Office.

This is where all of the evidence exists on

the Evonitz cases.

This is a gigantic evidentiary collection.

From evidence that was taken from me to items that were

taken from his car when he killed himself, as well as

evidence from the abduction and homicides of Sofia Silva

and the Lisk sisters.

I want to establish Marc's MO across the known cases,

so it's critical to go through the evidence here.

This will help provide comparisons to potential other

crimes that Marc may have committed.

There are some immediate and obvious similarities that

I can see.

We first and foremost have the profile of the victims.

Marc was targeting young girls.

I've just gone through the evidence that was found in

Marc's blue trunk.

It looks like he was conducting surveillance

before choosing a victim,

because he actually had dozens of handwritten notes that

showed him stalking young girls.

He was clearly a road stalker.

Another similarity is that we were all

kidnapped in broad daylight

and transported via car to a secondary location.

Through my research, I've learned that authorities

actually found Kristin Lisk's fingerprints in the trunk of

Marc's car.

My hands and legs were restrained.

And at least two of the known victims were

found with ligature marks.

So, rope binding is something that he utilized.

The evidence also shows that Marc murdered at least two of

the victims

via asphyxiation and/or drowning.

One of the benchmarks of Marc's MO was disposing of

his victims in remote areas, often in or near water.

And finally, we know at least one of his victims was found

without her underwear.

So there's a theory that he kept trophies

from his crimes.

Looking at these cases is incredibly emotional.

But in order to do the work I do,

in order to be in law enforcement, you have to

separate yourself from the emotional side of things.

But I can't separate myself. I'm in it.

One of the things that kind of surprised me is coming across

my sexual assault nurse examiner exam kit that was done

in 2002 when I went to the hospital.

It was also very surprising to open an envelope and find

the black handcuffs, to find the gun that I was

kidnapped with.

To have it there in your hands again is very

emotional in ways that I didn't expect.

I'm hoping that the emotional toll of the last couple of days

really pays off. I think it will.

I know it will.

It was... it was worth it.

I have to keep researching, digging as deep as possible to

figure out who he was, how he became

who he was, and therefore

what he could have done.

Put a finger down if you were married at 17, divorced by 25...

In 2024, I decided to share my story.

The entire marriage was a lie.

So that made me really look back at everything with

an entirely different lens.

I had wondered over the years whether he was responsible for

other crimes.

There's still to this day, ongoing investigations into

cold cases that they're trying to solve.

It was extremely overwhelming to talk about that.

My only question for him is...

What else did you do?

Because so far he's only been connected to three

murders and, obviously, the abduction of Kara Robinson.

It set a lot of things in motion

that I didn't really expect.

I logged on to TikTok recently and realized I was getting all

of these tags on content.

I go to it and it's Bonnie Lou.

And I immediately know who Bonnie is.

Bonnie is my captor, Richard Marc Evonitz's,

first wife.

So it's who he was married to whenever he kidnapped

and murdered Sofia and Kati and Kristin.

I hope we could find a way to align our shared mission

because Marc's not here.

So he can't speak to

where he was, what his mindset was, what he could possibly

therefore have been connected to.

The best person to fill in those gaps and know where to

look is the person that was married to him for

eight and a half years.

It's Bonnie.

- Hi, come on in. - Hi.

How are you? Oh, my goodness.

It's so good to meet you.

Did you ever think when you made a TikTok that this

would happen? - No.

Right, right.

I know.

It's very unusual that the survivor of a serial killer

would form a relationship with his ex-wife.

I'm literally the one person who knew him

the most, intimately.

And so I'm a timeline into his mind and his whereabouts.

I have a calendar where I've written marks on, marks on,

marks on.

Bonnie can give us the roadmap of where they started here in

South Carolina.

I was actually at my friend's house when I was kidnapped.

Right here.

Wow, then that's really close to where

I used to live.

Move us up to Maine,

out to San Diego, and back to Virginia.

Ultimately, if we can use both of our knowledge,

you're the only person that lived with him and knew him

through this time, and I'm the only person that

saw the criminal side of things that we know of.

And so we can use these two pieces to see if we can get

some questions answered,

because he's not here to answer them.

I hope sharing my story will bring forward some answers.

I couldn't imagine being a parent and not knowing what

happened to my child.

If it was my kid, I would never rest until I knew.

There's a lot to figure out, so we're going to start this

investigation by going to our first location,

Portland, Maine.

At that time before we were married,

Marc was stationed on a ship here, so we were apart for

four months.

What was day-to-day life like for you guys?

Of course, this was before cell phones, so we weren't in

contact with each other.

We have this timeframe that he's here alone.

Bonnie's not here yet.

So he had a window in which he was not being observed.

If you lived in the Portland, Maine or surrounding areas in

the late 1980s, early 90s,

then I need your attention for a second.

I am a survivor of kidnapping and assault at the hands of

a serial killer, and I'm currently investigating

other cases that I think he may be responsible for.

When I was looking for potential cases, there was one

that stood out.

This case remains one of the most high-profile criminal

cases in Maine, the kidnapping and murder of

12-year-old Sarah Cherry.

She was taken in the middle of the day without a trace.

The age range matches.

It's all Marc, Richard Marc Evonitz.

Sarah Cherry had been murdered in the beginning of July.

And in my calendar, I've written down all the times

that he came home.

But he didn't come home in July.

Until the end of the month.

I got this sick feeling in my stomach.

When Sarah Cherry was kidnapped and murdered,

Marc was still in Maine.

Whoever killed that poor girl that night.

He tied her hands in front of her.

We didn't have any answers.

We didn't have a clue.

He said, "A young girl like you

shouldn't be taking rides with strangers."

I thought, "I'm in trouble."

There was a young woman

She lived in this house,

and he was stalking her.

All of these notes just tell me he's hunting.

Looking back...

He must have had her here and had a struggle with her.

I'm a lot more than just the girl who was raped.

I'll never stop searching for answers to...

what else Marc may have done.