Inside the Mind of BTK

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such as, “Sun—Light—Heat ...Child—Mothers Love—Dad’s Love
...BTK—Victim—Police ...Detective—Others—Landwehr.”
But what Landwehr and his detectives instantly pounced on were
the four index cards that contained what the killer hoped would be
accepted as his biography. If his so-called Uno-Dos-Tres seemed
bizarre, his purported bio read like the first draft of a novella penned
by a sexually frustrated teen with some serious Oedipal issues.
CHILDHOOD REFLECTIONS: 1–8 Years Old: Only memories
float around in the mind, but never seem to disappear, but you almost
see them (possible sexual overtures or early childhood problems that
develop into sexual variant later on in life)....Mother slept beside me
at times, the smells, the feel of underclothes and she let me rub her hair.
. . . 10–11 years old: If you masturbate god will come and kill you, mom
words after she found seminal yellow stain in her underwear one day.
She tried to beat me. I fought back. She held my hands behind my back
and used the man’s belt to whip me. Funny it hurt but Sparky liked it.
Mother finally quit and said, ‘Oh my god what have I done?’ She kiss me.
I was close to her, tears and moisture upon her and my cheeks. I could
feel her heart beating and smell those wonderful motherly aromas.
After consulting with the FBI, investigators sat on the contents
of the bizarre story for over a month before releasing them to the
community.
“We assumed it was mostly lies,” Landwehr said. “But we still had
to comb through every single thing he wrote down, trying to track
every bit of information down. We kept asking ourselves, ‘What if he
is actually telling the truth about something?’ That’s what kept all of
us going.”
On November 30, a twelfth press conference was held, and
Landwehr distributed a media advisory, titled “BTK describes his
background,” that had been created over the previous few weeks.
In it, police laid out list of biographical factoids about BTK and
urged residents to read it with a grain of salt. Releasing a list of his
“claims,” they reasoned, might allow someone, somewhere to make a
connection that police couldn’t hope to.
Because I’d never worked a case in which the perp told us the
truth about himself, I had learned to ignore those kinds of “facts” and
just concentrate on motive and what could be done proactively to rein
in the UNSUB.