crimes together, but look more at the progression. The fetish burglaries were a prelude to future sadistic behavior but are more than likely not his first show of deviance. The UNSUB is a voyeur and probably began peeking into windows as a teenager, acting on his still forming fantasies. He may have started stealing women’s undergarments then as well, clandestinely poaching them from family, friends, and neighbors.
Two years ago he tired of the voyeuristic activity and embarked on the second phase of his development, entering unoccupied homes. The thrill wore off the anonymous burglaries, so he began to leave clues to his intrusion, at times taunting the victims with notes on their electronic devices. He escalated to taking a picture with a fourteen-year-old's Ipad of her panties draped over his erect penis and left it for her to find. He taunted law enforcement too, growing more and more confident. If he had not shown these sadistic tendencies and evolved so quickly into a serial murderer, I would have thought him to be much younger than the thirty-five to forty-five year age range assigned to this profile.”
“That’s old for fetish crimes, isn’t it?” Officer Tweed asked.
“Yes, it is,” Rainey replied.
“So, why do you think he’s older?”
“We classify UNSUBs by analyzing the behavior of their worst offenses. Here, we have to look at the sexual assaults and murders. He exhibits organized offender traits; brings a rape kit, binds his victims, takes trophies and pictures. This type of sexual murderer chooses victims close to his age. The rapes and murders were of women ranging in age from late twenties to early forties. There is evidence of stalking behavior, extensive preplanning and surveillance. The assault victims said he was calm and in control throughout the time he spent with them, which was sometimes hours. He learned from each escalating experience, growing more violent and sadistic with every assault. He’s simply too successful and confident in his actions to be on the younger end of the organized offender scale.”
She paused and walked back to the podium to look at her notes, before continuing.
“We also have the descriptions given by the albeit blindfolded victims. Six feet or a bit taller, super fit, extremely strong, and well spoken. The words he used were commanding and authoritative. His voice was described as deep, although one victim thought it wasn’t his natural speaking tone. The victims all had the impression that this was an adult male, not a teenager. And finally, his chameleon-like ability to project normalcy in his daily life, while simultaneously acting out his sadistic fantasies takes maturity not found in younger offenders.”
Young enough to exude the enthusiasm for behavioral analysis lacking in a few of the veterans around him, a smartly dressed Detective with a shiny new badge protruding from his jacket pocket, interjected, “Are we absolutely sure this is one guy? I know the linkage analysis points to one in some of the cases, but this timeline is all wrong. How does a fetish burglar escalate to sadistic murder and then go back to stealing underwear? A psychopath like this doesn’t de-escalate, does he?”
Rainey started to answer, but the young man wasn’t finished.
“And what about his behavior during the sexual assaults? The victims said he kept asking if they were comfortable and adjusted bindings so it wouldn’t hurt as bad. He bandaged a head wound on the third one, even helped her use her inhaler when she asked for it. Then suddenly he is an anger excitation rapist and sadistic murderer. That’s a big leap. Maybe it’s a team? And lastly, how do you link the Whitaker disappearance to all this? That’s a different M.O. altogether.”
Rainey gave him a verbal pat on the head for doing his homework, “Those are valid questions,” but she needed to send him back to the books.
“I’ll talk about the Whitaker abduction in a moment. As to the