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Inside the Mind of BTK

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The Capture and Arrest <strong>of</strong> <strong>BTK</strong> 193<br />

She removed her blue housecoat and pink nightie, <strong>the</strong>n lay down<br />

on her stomach, on top <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bed. In his entry, Rader noted that her<br />

head faced east and her feet pointed west. As he wrapped black electrical<br />

tape around her hands and arms, she vomited on <strong>the</strong> floor. He<br />

walked into <strong>the</strong> kitchen and fetched her a glass <strong>of</strong> water. She drank it<br />

and once again attempted to talk him out <strong>of</strong> raping her. Rader was<br />

unmoved by her plea and taped her feet to <strong>the</strong> railing at <strong>the</strong> west end<br />

<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bed, <strong>the</strong>n continued wrapping more tape around her ankles and<br />

knees.<br />

Suddenly <strong>the</strong> telephone rang. Vian explained that it was probably<br />

her friend, calling to inquire about when she should drop by to take<br />

her to <strong>the</strong> doctor. Something about <strong>the</strong> ringing phone caused <strong>the</strong> children<br />

to begin crying again.<br />

“Plans changed . . . Plans changed,” Rader noted.<br />

He wrote that in a flash, he looped a piece <strong>of</strong> cord around Vian’s<br />

neck, which seemed to surprise her. She moaned about <strong>the</strong> tension,<br />

begging for somebody to help her. But nobody could hear her except<br />

for Rader, who watched as her face changed from red to blue, <strong>the</strong>n<br />

from purple to dark purple. He decided to wrap additional cord<br />

around her neck, observing that if he relied on what he’d originally<br />

used, she might “come too” in <strong>the</strong> same way that Josephine Otero had<br />

during his initial attempts to kill her.<br />

After a few minutes, he pulled a plastic bag over Vian’s head, <strong>the</strong>n<br />

tied her nightie around her neck to keep it tight. He masturbated as<br />

she thrashed atop <strong>the</strong> dirty sheets, her life slowly seeping away. Then<br />

he fled <strong>the</strong> house.<br />

He ended his write-up <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> murder with a lament over not being<br />

able to kill Vian’s children. If only he’d had more time, he fretted. If<br />

he had, he had intended to use “a rough hemp rope for <strong>the</strong> girl and<br />

more plastic bag for <strong>the</strong> boys.”<br />

Nine months later in December, he struck again. This time his victim<br />

was a twenty-five-year-old woman named Nancy Fox, whom he<br />

first spotted in November while trolling <strong>the</strong> streets for victims. He<br />

quickly learned her name and that she held two jobs—working at a<br />

local law firm and at a jewelry store—by rifling through <strong>the</strong> contents<br />

<strong>of</strong> her mailbox.<br />

In an effort to get a close-up look at Fox, Rader tracked her to <strong>the</strong><br />

store and purchased some cheap jewelry out <strong>of</strong> a display case from a<br />

clerk; all <strong>the</strong> while he eyed Fox working in a back room. For <strong>the</strong> next

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