Manuel Delgado Villegas - Victims

Victims

Locations of the murders of the confirmed victims
  • Adolfo Folch Muntaner (January 21, 1964) - A 49 year-old chef. He was killed on a beach in Llorac as he slept.
"I saw a sleeping man leant against a wall. I approached him and very slowly, with a large rock that I had picked up close to the wall, hit him over the head. When I realised that he was dead, I took his wallet and the watch on his wrist. He had barely anything in it and the watch was crap! —Manuel Delgado Villegas
  • Margaret Hélène Thelese Boudrie (June 20, 1967) - A 21 year-old French student from Lyon. She was staying at Can Plana, a holiday home five kilometres from Ibiza, along with a friend.
  • Venancio Hernández Carrasco (July 20, 1968) - A 71 year-old man. Hernández was tending to his vineyards by the banks of the Tajuña River in the town Chinchón when he was approached by Delgado. Delgado asked him for some food, to which Hernández replied that he was young and that if he wanted to eat that he had to work. This comment cost him his life. His body was found floating in the river near the San Galindo dam. The police initially reported it as an accidental drowning.
  • Ramón Estrada Saldrich (April 5, 1969) - Killed in Barcelona.
  • Anastasia Borrella Moreno (November 23, - 1969) - Killed in Mataró.
  • Francisco Marín Ramírez (December 3, 1970) - A 28 year-old electrician for Renfe. He was a friend of Delgado. Delgado claimed that he had killed Marín after he had made sexual advances towards him. His body was found by a fisherman on December 12, floating in the Guadalete river, underneath the San Alejandro bridge in El Puerto de Santa María.
  • Antonia Rodríguez Relinque (January 18, 1971) - A 38 year-old woman. Delgado's girlfriend killed in El Puerto de Santa María.

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