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264 INSIDE THE MIND OF <strong>BTK</strong><br />

As Rader nodded, <strong>the</strong> expression on his face s<strong>of</strong>tened. “Uh-huh,”<br />

he mumbled. Morton continued stroking him.<br />

“This is such a dramatic crime,” he said. “Kind <strong>of</strong> an unheralded<br />

crime, if you want to think about it, in history. That’s why <strong>the</strong>re’s so<br />

much attention about it.”<br />

Rader continued nodding like some bobblehead doll.<br />

“Yeah, a lot,” Rader said. “A lot. A lot <strong>of</strong> media attention. A lot <strong>of</strong><br />

stuff going on.”<br />

A faint grin spread across Landwehr’s face when I asked him<br />

about <strong>the</strong> incident. “At first, I thought it would be a good idea to have<br />

an FBI agent <strong>the</strong>re,” he told me. “But it started to become pretty evident<br />

that he was so excited to be <strong>the</strong>re, to be <strong>the</strong> center <strong>of</strong> this much<br />

attention, that he would have talked anyway.”<br />

By now, <strong>the</strong> world knows that Rader eventually confessed to being<br />

<strong>BTK</strong>, but what I found most interesting were those hours that elapsed<br />

between <strong>the</strong> time when this dazed, handcuffed nobody from Park City,<br />

Kansas, was read his Miranda rights and when he finally began spilling<br />

his guts. During those hours, before Rader’s dark, perverse world got<br />

thrust out into <strong>the</strong> light for everyone to see, Landwehr received a firsthand<br />

glimpse at <strong>the</strong> façade Rader had lived behind for decades.<br />

“It’s all <strong>the</strong>re in one <strong>of</strong> those folders on your computer, <strong>the</strong> folder<br />

named ‘interrogation,’ ” Landwehr told me. “It’s a transcript <strong>of</strong> what<br />

happened.”<br />

After a few seconds spent searching for it, I found <strong>the</strong> folder,<br />

clicked it open, and began reading, noticing that Landwehr didn’t<br />

waste much time in getting to <strong>the</strong> point about why he’d hauled Rader<br />

up to this room.<br />

“Do you know why you’re here?” he asked.<br />

“Well, probably for <strong>the</strong> <strong>BTK</strong> thing,” Rader replied. “I assume I’m<br />

a suspect at this point in time.”<br />

“Any reason why we should think that you’re <strong>BTK</strong>?” Landwehr<br />

inquired.<br />

Rader nodded again, slowly. “Well, I live in Park City, went to<br />

WSU, served in <strong>the</strong> ...Uhh.I’m in that age group. Kind <strong>of</strong> surprised<br />

you haven’t been knocking on my door before, wanting a swab.”<br />

Rader grew quiet for a moment, <strong>the</strong>n added, “I’ve been a <strong>BTK</strong> fan<br />

for years.”

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