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CONTENTS
Title Page
Copyright Notice
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Epigraph
1. The Vampire Killer
2. “Whoever Fights Monsters…”
3. Interviews with Murderers
4. Childhoods of Violence
5. Death of a Newsboy
6. Organized and Disorganized Crimes
7. What Plus Why Equals Who
8. Staging: Pattern of Deceit
9. To Kill Again?
10. Tightening the Net
11. Two for the Show
12. Broader Horizons
Index
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Copyright
To my close friend and brother-in-law, who during his thirty-three-year police career fought many monsters on the streets of Chicago.
Patrolman Frank P. Graszer
Chicago Police Department Badge Number 4614
Served July 13, 1953–May 11, 1986
Born October 3, 1928; Died December 24, 1990.
—Robert K. Ressler
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I wish to acknowledge many people who have been of tremendous assistance to me in making this book possible. First of all, Mary Higgins Clark, who first asked me to speak to the Mystery Writers of America at their annual conference in New York in 1987. It was there where I met MWA executive secretary Priscilla Ridgway, who induced me to join their organization and later introduced me to Ruth Cavin, senior editor at St. Martin’s Press, who urged me to write Whoever Fights Monsters. Mary, Priscilla, and Ruth kept the pressure on me and I finally began the project after leaving the FBI in August 1990.
Within the FBI, a few had the vision to support my efforts in the creation of an entirely new service within the Bureau. Those who were most helpful and supportive were Larry Monroe, Dr. Ken Joseph and James McKenzie, former Assistant Directors, and James O’Connor, former Deputy Assistant Director of the FBI Academy. All came to my aid on numerous occasions when I had to “fight monsters” within the bureaucratic structure.
Howard Teten and Pat Mullany were the orginal psychological profiling team and each tutored me at the FBI Academy and on the road in this futuristic concept of criminal investigation. Special thanks to my friends and colleagues in the FBI Behavioral Science Instruction and Research Unit and the VICAP Program with whom I worked so closely over the past years, in particular Unit Chief John Henry Campbell, Dick Ault, Al Brantley, Kathy Bryan, Bernadette Cloniger, Joe Conley, Connie Dodd, Terry Green, Joe Harpold, Roy Hazelwood, Jim Horn, Dave Icove, Ken Lanning, Cindy Lent, Ellen Maynard, Joyce McCloud, Winn Norman, Roland Reboussin, Jim Reese, Ed Sulzbach, and Art Westveer. Also, thanks to those field agents, John Conway, John W. Mindermann, John Dunn, Dick Wrenn, Jim Harrington, Neil Purtell, Charlie Boyle, Byron MacDonald, Laroy Cornett, Ralph Gardner, Karl Schaefer, Mary Ellen Beekman, Don Kyte, Dick Artin, Rich Mathers, Bob Scigalski, Dan Kentala, Candice DeLong, Don Zembiec, Joe Hardy, Hank Hanburger, Larry Sylvester, Pete Welsch, Tom DenOuden, Tom Barrett, Tom Diskin, Jane Turner, Max Thiel, Mel DeGraw, Bill Cheek, Chuck Lewis, Jim McDermott, Mickey Mott, Stan Jacobson, and Bill Haggerty. Most are still in the Bureau, some are retired, but all, and many still unnamed, were of great help to me in conducting research into the minds and crimes of monsters.
I would be remiss to pass acknowledgment to Bob Heck of the U.S. Department of Justice, John Rabun of the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children, and Roger Adelman, a Washington, D.C., attorney in private practice, with whom I worked in the John Hinckley presidential attempted assassination trial. Also special thanks to Ray Pierce, New York City Police Department, Eddie Grant, New York State Police, and Chief of Detectives Joseph Kozenczak, of the Chicago Police Department.
Those in the mental-health and professional academic field who have made very significant contributions to my career over the past seventeen years are Dr. Ann W. Burgess, Dr. Allen Burgess, James Cavanaugh, M.D., Park E. Dietz, M.D., Richard Goldberg, M.D., Bruce Harry, M.D., Derrick Pounder, M.D., Jonas Rappeport, M.D., Richard Ratner, M.D., Robert Simon, M.D., Dr. Robert Trojanowicz, and Richard Walter. A special gratitude is cited to the late Dr. Paul Embert and Dr. Marvin Homzie.
My military police and CID friends and colleagues must also be acknowledged, since my thirty-five years of military service far exceeded my FBI years: Major Generals (retired) Paul Timmerberg and Eugene Cromartie, former commanders of the U.S. Army Criminal Investigation Command, and Major General Pete Berry, current commander of USACIDC, Brigadier General Tom Jones, Col. Harlan Lenius, Col. Thomas McHugh, Lt.C. (ret.) John F. Jackson, MWO Ray Kangas, and far too many others to name here.
Finally, I wish to acknowledge special thanks to my wife, Helen, and my children, Allison, Betsy, and Aaron, who supported me over many years of absence from my home while I conducted my investigations and research with the U.S. Army and the FBI.
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And when you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.
—FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE,
Thus Spake Zarathustra
1
THE VAMPIRE KILLER
Russ Vorpagel was a legend in the Bureau, six four and 260 pounds, a former police homicide detective in Milwaukee who also had a law degree and was an expert in sex crimes and bomb demolition. His job as Sacramento coordinator for the FBI’s Behavioral Science Unit took him up and down the West Coast, teaching local police about sex crimes, and he had a lot of credibility to do so, because cops and sheriffs appreciated the depth of his knowledge.
On a Monday night, January 23, 1978, that local police confidence had translated into a call to Russ from a small department north of Sacramento. A terrible homicide had been committed, one that was far beyond the ordinary murder in terms of the violence done to the victim. David Wallin, twenty-four, a laundry-truck driver, had returned to his modest suburban rented home after work, about six on the evening of January 23, and found his twenty-two-year-old, three-months-pregnant wife, Terry, in the bedroom, dead, with her abdomen slashed. He ran screaming to a neighbor’s house, and that neighbor called the police. Wallin was so upset that he could not talk to the authorities when they arrived. The first policeman who entered the home, a sheriff’s deputy, was similarly shocked. Later, the deputy said that he had nightmares for months from viewing the carnage.
As soon as the police had seen it, they called Russ for help, and he called me at the FBI Training Academy at Quantico. Disturbed though I was about the murder, I was also intensely interested, because the case seemed as if it would provide me with an opportunity to use the technique of psychological profiling to catch a killer almost as soon as he had struck. Most of the time, when a case was sent to the BSU, the trail was long cold. In Sacramento, it was very hot indeed.
Articles in the newspapers the next day reported that Terry Wallin had apparently been attacked by an assailant in the living room of the house as she was preparing to take out the garbage. There were signs of a struggle from the front door to the bedroom; two bullet casings had been found. The dead woman was clad in a sweater-type blouse and a pair of pants; her sweater, bra, and pants had been pulled away from her torso, and her abdomen had been slashed. The officers at the scene told reporters that they could not determine
a motive for the death, and that robbery had been dismissed as a motive because nothing had been taken.
In fact, the details were far worse than that, but, Russ told me, they were being withheld from the public so as not to cause a panic. Many people often think of the police as rather tough and heartless men who like to shove the public’s nose into the dirt so taxpayers will know what the cops themselves have to deal with every day. Not in this instance; some details were kept in-house to spare the public unneeded agony and fright.
There was another reason for withholding information, as well: to keep private certain facts that only the killer would know, facts that might later prove valuable in an interrogation of a suspect. What the public was not told then were these details: The major knife wound was a gaping one from chest to umbilicus; portions of the intestines had been left protruding from it, and several internal organs had been taken out of the body cavity and cut. Some body parts were missing. There were stab wounds to the victim’s left breast, and inside those wounds the knife appeared to have been moved about somewhat. Animal feces had been found stuffed into the victim’s mouth. There was also evidence that some of the woman’s blood had been collected in a yogurt container and drunk.
The local police were both horrified and mystified, and Russ Vorpagel was alarmed, too, because from what he knew of sexual homicide, it was clear to him—as it was immediately obvious to me—that we had to act quickly; there was a distinct danger that the killer of Terry Wallin would strike again. The high level of violence, reflected in the ghastly crime scene, made that almost a certainty. Such a killer would not be satisfied with one homicide. An entire string of killings might follow. I was due to go out to the West Coast to teach at one of our road schools on the following Monday, and we made arrangements that would allow me to arrive on the Friday before that (though on the same taxpayer nickel) and help Russ look into this crime. It was going to be the first time that I was able to go on-site with a profile, and I looked forward to it. Russ and I were both so convinced of the likelihood of the slayer striking again, however, that we shot back and forth a bunch of teletypes and I did a preliminary profile of the probable offender. Criminal profiling was a relatively young science (or art) then, a way of deducing a description of an unknown criminal based on evaluating minute details of the crime scene, the victim, and other evidentiary factors.
Here, in the original (and not entirely grammatical) notes written at the time, is how I profiled the probable perpetrator of this terrible crime:
White male, aged 25–27 years; thin, undernourished appearance. Residence will be extremely slovenly and unkempt and evidence of the crime will be found at the residence. History of mental illness, and will have been involved in use of drugs. Will be a loner who does not associate with either males or females, and will probably spend a great deal of time in his own home, where he lives alone. Unemployed. Possibly receives some form of disability money. If residing with anyone, it would be with his parents; however, this is unlikely. No prior military record; high school or college dropout. Probably suffering from one or more forms of paranoid psychosis.
I had plenty of reasons for making such a precise description of the probable offender. Though profiling was still in its infancy, we had reviewed enough cases of murder to know that sexual homicide—for that’s the category into which this crime fit, even if there was no evidence of a sex act committed at the scene—is usually perpetrated by males, and is usually an intraracial crime, white against white, or black against black. The greatest number of sexual killers are white males in their twenties and thirties; this simple fact allows us to eliminate whole segments of the population when first trying to determine what sort of person has perpetrated one of these heinous crimes. Since this was a white residential area, I felt even more certain that the slayer was a white male.
Now I made a guess along a great division line that we in the Behavioral Sciences Unit were beginning to formulate, the distinction between killers who displayed a certain logic in what they had done and those whose mental processes were, by ordinary standards, not apparently logical—“organized” versus “disorganized” criminals. Looking at the crime-scene photographs and the police reports, it was apparent to me that this was not a crime committed by an “organized” killer who stalked his victims, was methodical in how he went about his crimes, and took care to avoid leaving clues to his own identity. No, from the appearance of the crime scene, it was obvious to me that we were dealing with a “disorganized” killer, a person who had a full-blown and serious mental illness. To become as crazy as the man who ripped up the body of Terry Wallin is not something that happens overnight. It takes eight to ten years to develop the depth of psychosis that would surface in this apparently senseless killing. Paranoid schizophrenia is usually first manifested in the teenage years. Adding ten years to an inception-of-illness age of about fifteen would put the slayer in the mid-twenties age group. I felt that he wouldn’t be much older, for two reasons. First, most sexual killers are under the age of thirty-five. Second, if he was older than late twenties, the illness would have been so overwhelming that it would already have resulted in a string of bizarre and unsolved homicides. Nothing as wild as this had been reported anywhere nearby, and the absence of other notable homicides was a clue that this was the first killing for this man, that the killer had probably never taken a human life before. The other details of the probable killer’s appearance followed logically from my guess that he was a paranoid schizophrenic, and from my study of psychology.
For instance, I thought this person would be thin. I made this guess because I knew of the studies of Dr. Ernest Kretchmer of Germany and Dr. William Sheldon of Columbia University, both dealing with body types. Both men believed there was a high degree of correlation between body type and mental temperament. Kretchmer found that men with slight body builds (asthenics) tended toward introverted forms of schizophrenia; Sheldon’s categories were similar, and I thought that on his terms, the killer would be an ectomorph. These body-type theories are out of favor with today’s psychologists—they’re fifty years old and more—but I find, more often than not, that they prove to be correct, at least in terms of being helpful in suggesting the probable body type of a psychopathic serial killer.
So that’s why I thought this was bound to be a thin and scrawny guy. It was all logical. Introverted schizophrenics don’t eat well, don’t think in terms of nourishment, and skip meals. They similarly disregard their appearance, not caring at all about cleanliness or neatness. No one would want to live with such a person, so the killer would have to be single. This line of reasoning also allowed me to postulate that his domicile would be a mess, and also to guess that he would not have been in the military, because he would have been too disordered for the military to have accepted him as a recruit in the first place. Similarly, he would not have been able to stay in college, though he might well have completed high school before he disintegrated. This was an introverted individual with problems dating back to his pubescent years. If he had a job at all, it would be a menial one, a janitor perhaps, or someone who picked up papers in a park; he’d be too introverted even to handle the tasks of a delivery man. Most likely he’d be a recluse living on a disability check.
I didn’t include some other opinions in the profile, but I did believe that if this slayer had a car, it, too, would be a wreck, with fast-food wrappers in the back, rust throughout, and an appearance similar to what I expected to be found in the home. I also thought it likely that the slayer lived in the area near the victim, because he would probably be too disordered to drive somewhere, commit such a stunning crime, and get himself back home. More likely, he had walked to and from the crime scene. My guess was that he had been let out of a psychiatric-care facility in the recent past, not much more than a year earlier, and had been building up to this level of violent behavior.
Russ took this profile to the several police departments in the area, and they started pounding the pavements
looking for suspects. Several dozen policemen rang doorbells, talked to people on telephones, and so on. Media attention on the case was high, and focused on two questions: Who had killed this young woman and—even more puzzling—why?
More details continued to surface over the next forty-eight hours. Sacramento is the capital of California; Terry Wallin had been a state worker, on a day off. That Monday morning, she’d cashed a check at a shopping center within walking distance of her home, and there was speculation that the killer had seen her do that and had followed her home. Her mother had called Terry’s home at one-thirty in the afternoon and had gotten no answer, and the coroner’s office said Terry had been killed prior to that time. The coroner’s office also was of the opinion that some of the stab wounds had been inflicted prior to Terry’s death, but that fact was not told to the public. The men in charge of the investigation put out the word through the news media that the killer probably had had blood on his shirt as a result of the crime and asked anyone who had seen a man with blood on his shirt to call a special number.
On Thursday, the north Sacramento area was jolted with the news of more grisly murders. At about 12:30 P.M., a neighbor had discovered three bodies in a suburban home that was within a mile of the Wallin murder. Dead were Evelyn Miroth, thirty-six, her six-year-old son, Jason, and Daniel J. Meredith, fifty-two, a family friend; in addition, Miroth’s twenty-two-month-old nephew, Michael Ferriera, was missing and presumed to have been abducted by the killer. All the dead had been shot, and Evelyn Miroth had been slashed in a manner similar to Mrs. Wallin. The killer had apparently escaped in Meredith’s red station wagon, which was found abandoned not far from the crime scene. Once again, there was no apparent motive for the crime. The house was reported as not having been ransacked. Evelyn Miroth had been the divorced mother of three children; one resided with her former husband, and another child had been at school when the slaying occurred.
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