Inside the Mind of BTK

My Lifelong Hunt for BTK 83
stain in anus-or on body. Will be chosen at random. Some pre-planning-
Motive Factor “X”.
Enclosed with the letter was a poem and a pencil sketch that
closely resembled the scene officers saw when they entered Nancy Fox’s
sweltering apartment on the morning of December 9, 1977. The
poem, titled “Oh Death to Nancy,” was based on an Appalachian folk
song called “Oh Death.”
What is this taht I can see
Cold icy hands taking hold of me
for Death has come, you all can see.
Hell has open it,s gate to trick me.
Oh! Death, Oh! Death, can’t you spare me, over for another year!
I’ll stuff your jaws till you can’t talk
I’ll blind your leg’s till you can’t walk
I’ll tie your hands till you can’t make a stand.
And finally I’ll close your eyes so you can’t see
I’ll bring sexual death unto you for me.
When KAKE news producer Ron Lowen delivered the packet to
police chief Richard LaMunyon, it proved to be the final straw that
forced the top police department official in town to do the very thing
he dreaded most—go public with the news that a serial killer was
stalking the streets of Wichita and that police, despite their best efforts,
had been so far powerless to stop him.
For someone in LaMunyon’s position, having to stand up in front
of the community that entrusted him to protect it and admit that a
predatory sexual killer was on the loose is tantamount to screaming
“Fire!” in a packed theater. The reaction, he knew, would be predictable
and swift—panic, widespread fear, perhaps a touch of civil
chaos, followed by anger, finger pointing, and a flood of useless tips
inundating police. But despite this inevitable reaction, clearly the genie
could no longer be kept in the bottle. He’d grown too bold and lethal.
By midafternoon on Friday, February 10, a few hours after the Fox
letter was dropped on his desk, LaMunyon put out the word that a
press conference would be held that evening at city hall. What he was
about to tell the city’s media made headlines around the nation.
By the time reporters began filing into the building, a tense buzz
hung in the air. Something big and ugly was afoot. The sun had set,