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

Tears poured down his cheeks. Touching, really—that is, if one<br />

didn’t understand that Rader wasn’t crying for Paula. His tears were<br />

still exclusively for himself.<br />

I gave him a few moments to wallow in self-pity.<br />

Finally, I said, “No, I don’t think Paula knew anything exactly, but<br />

I’m wondering if she ever saw anything. There’s a difference, you know<br />

...There’s a difference between knowing and seeing.”<br />

“Yeah” was <strong>the</strong> only word Rader uttered. His gaze appeared to be<br />

focused to <strong>the</strong> left <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> video camera, somewhere front <strong>of</strong> him. He<br />

appeared dazed, lost inside <strong>the</strong> world behind his eyelids. I let him have<br />

a few minutes for himself to think things over, to let <strong>the</strong> seeds I’d just<br />

dropped into his brain take root.<br />

“Anything else you want to tell me?”<br />

I watched Rader double over again, attempting to smear what I<br />

knew to be tears from his eyes. By <strong>the</strong> time he raised his head back up,<br />

he looked more composed.<br />

“You know, lately I’ve been thinking about what people can do<br />

to protect <strong>the</strong>mselves from guys like me, and I came up with a little<br />

list,” he said. “I guess most <strong>of</strong> it is pretty obvious, but I’ll tell it to you<br />

if you like.”<br />

“I’m all ears,” I said.<br />

“The first thing I’d suggest for a woman living alone is to get a<br />

security system,” he said.<br />

“I have ADT,” I told him, remembering how Rader once rigged a<br />

home alarm system he helped install for ADT such that if <strong>the</strong> mood<br />

struck him, he could break in and kill <strong>the</strong> female occupant.<br />

“You do?” he exclaimed. “They’re a really great company. I worked<br />

for <strong>the</strong>m for years, you know. I really liked that job.”<br />

“I imagine you did,” I replied.<br />

“Back to my list,” he said, aware that <strong>the</strong> clock was ticking. “For<br />

women living alone, I think <strong>the</strong> most important thing <strong>the</strong>y can do is<br />

give <strong>the</strong> impression that <strong>the</strong>y live with a man. Maybe have some<br />

men’s clo<strong>the</strong>s scattered around <strong>the</strong> house or leave a toiletry kit out in<br />

<strong>the</strong> open, just in case someone breaks in to scope <strong>the</strong> place out. It<br />

would also be wise to have two dogs—one outside and ano<strong>the</strong>r one<br />

inside. And on <strong>the</strong> answering machine, have a man’s voice on <strong>the</strong> outgoing<br />

recording. And you know how I used to cut <strong>the</strong> phone lines <strong>of</strong><br />

houses? People should always check <strong>the</strong>ir phones whenever <strong>the</strong>y enter<br />

<strong>the</strong>ir house . . .”

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