Inside the Mind of BTK

The Capture and Arrest of BTK 257
ding about that. He would actually measure grass with a little tape
measure. I just thought he was a crazy old pervert. I know all this
sounds crazy, but I think he used to come in here and take things. Pictures
would be missing and ...well,so would my underwear. It used
to drive me crazy. I never could understand where my panties had
disappeared to. It doesn’t mean he did it, but I’ve never had things disappear
like that. Not ever. One night, my dog—he was an old, blind
racing greyhound I’d adopted—disappeared. I’d put him out in the
backyard on the chain, and the next thing in knew he was gone. The
only way that dog could have gotten loose is if somebody unclipped
him from that chain.”
On another occasion, Comer received a phone call at work from
a neighbor, informing her that some “old guy in a brown uniform,
who claimed to be a police officer” was looking for her. She rushed
home on her lunch break and a few minutes later watched as Rader
thrust his ugly head in through her open kitchen window.
“You fucked up, buddy,” she yelled, picking up the phone and dialing
911. But the Park City police officer who arrived at her house a
few minutes later told her that Rader was just performing his duties
and that she really needed to chill out.