Bind, Torture, Kill: The Inside Story of BTK, the Serial Killer Next Door by Roy Wenzl, Tim Potter, L. Kelly, Hurst Laviana
Tags: Fiction, General, Social Science, Biography & Autobiography, True Crime, Biography, Serial Murderers, Murder, Criminology, Criminals & Outlaws, Case studies, Serial Murders, Serial Killers, Kansas, Serial Murder Investigation, Serial Murders - Kansas - Wichita, Serial Murder Investigation - Kansas - Wichita, Wichita, Rader; Dennis, Serial Murderers - Kansas - Wichita
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did not find him there, they failed to search elsewhere. That was a mistake. Jordan robbed a liquor store a few days later and shot Police Officer Hayden Henderson in the arm.
When Landwehr heard about that, it made him angry and disappointed; angry at Jordan for shooting the cop, disappointed with the cops for failing to pursue Jordan more vigorously.
The disappointment led Landwehr to make one of the crucial decisions of his life.
Landwehr’s family had to scrimp and save. His older brother, David, had been a high achiever, the salutatorian of his class at Bishop Carroll Catholic High School. Kenny had been a high achiever too, winning medals in debate, earning good grades, going out for basketball and drama.
His mother said later that even as a kid two things stood out about Kenny: he was one of the smarter people she knew, and he was an incorrigible smart aleck. She hoped his brains would lead to a career that would bring him security.
Landwehr reconsidered the FBI after the Beuttel’s robbery. The FBI recruited people who studied accounting and assigned agents to chase white-collar criminals.
Landwehr had been hog-tied and held at gunpoint by thugs who had walked in off the street.
He wanted to bring justice to people like himself.
For young Wichitans in 1977, the Mall in southeast Wichita was the place to be. The Mall was like an old-town marketplace, where people gathered to buy, sell, and gossip. It was air-conditioned in summer, heated in winter.
In December a young woman took a part-time job at Helzberg Jewelers in the Mall. She was a twenty-five-year-old Wichita native who seemed to make friends easily. She had a keen wit and a blunt-spoken manner. Her name was Nancy Fox. She already worked full-time as a secretary for The Law Company, an architectural firm. She had taken the job at Helzberg’s to earn extra money to buy Christmas presents for her relatives.
Nancy already had presents for her two-year-old nephew. She doted on Thomas; she had dressed up in a bunny costume to surprise him at Easter. That December she had also put a ring on layaway for her older sister, Beverly Plapp. The sisters were eleven months apart, and after growing up competing with each other and sharing a bedroom, they were becoming friends. They had three younger brothers.
Nancy Fox was stalked by Rader, who considered her his perfect project.
Nancy had played flute in junior high and sang in the choir of Parkview Baptist Church on the city’s south side. She drove a powder blue Opel, and paid attention to her clothing, makeup, nails, and hair�she wore her blond hair frosted, and she liked to wear scarves around her neck. She was a bit of a neat freak. When she got into a spat with her boyfriend, she would vent her irritation by cleaning.
She and her girlfriends socialized at a few Wichita nightclubs. Scene Seventies, at Pawnee and Seneca, was a favorite hangout on Friday and Saturday nights; Nancy dated the door manager there. On Sundays she’d drive her Opel over to her mother’s house and walk into a kitchen smelling of fried chicken. It was Nancy’s favorite food.
Nancy did not mind living alone. She told her mother nothing would happen to her.
11
December 8, 1977
Nancy Fox
Rader had cruised Nancy Fox’s neighborhood and saw that it was lower middle class, with cheap places to live, which attracted single women living alone. Once he figured that out, he trolled the neighborhood frequently. Be prepared, as the Boy Scouts say.
He first saw her one day when she walked into her duplex apartment, which was painted a cheerful pink. He saw that she was small and pretty and that she appeared to spend time on her hair and clothes. He appreciated neatness. He followed her to her job at the architectural company, to her night job at Helzberg’s, and to her home. At Helzberg’s he bought inexpensive jewelry, looked her over up close, followed her home again, then got her name by looking at the envelopes in her
When Landwehr heard about that, it made him angry and disappointed; angry at Jordan for shooting the cop, disappointed with the cops for failing to pursue Jordan more vigorously.
The disappointment led Landwehr to make one of the crucial decisions of his life.
Landwehr’s family had to scrimp and save. His older brother, David, had been a high achiever, the salutatorian of his class at Bishop Carroll Catholic High School. Kenny had been a high achiever too, winning medals in debate, earning good grades, going out for basketball and drama.
His mother said later that even as a kid two things stood out about Kenny: he was one of the smarter people she knew, and he was an incorrigible smart aleck. She hoped his brains would lead to a career that would bring him security.
Landwehr reconsidered the FBI after the Beuttel’s robbery. The FBI recruited people who studied accounting and assigned agents to chase white-collar criminals.
Landwehr had been hog-tied and held at gunpoint by thugs who had walked in off the street.
He wanted to bring justice to people like himself.
For young Wichitans in 1977, the Mall in southeast Wichita was the place to be. The Mall was like an old-town marketplace, where people gathered to buy, sell, and gossip. It was air-conditioned in summer, heated in winter.
In December a young woman took a part-time job at Helzberg Jewelers in the Mall. She was a twenty-five-year-old Wichita native who seemed to make friends easily. She had a keen wit and a blunt-spoken manner. Her name was Nancy Fox. She already worked full-time as a secretary for The Law Company, an architectural firm. She had taken the job at Helzberg’s to earn extra money to buy Christmas presents for her relatives.
Nancy already had presents for her two-year-old nephew. She doted on Thomas; she had dressed up in a bunny costume to surprise him at Easter. That December she had also put a ring on layaway for her older sister, Beverly Plapp. The sisters were eleven months apart, and after growing up competing with each other and sharing a bedroom, they were becoming friends. They had three younger brothers.
Nancy Fox was stalked by Rader, who considered her his perfect project.
Nancy had played flute in junior high and sang in the choir of Parkview Baptist Church on the city’s south side. She drove a powder blue Opel, and paid attention to her clothing, makeup, nails, and hair�she wore her blond hair frosted, and she liked to wear scarves around her neck. She was a bit of a neat freak. When she got into a spat with her boyfriend, she would vent her irritation by cleaning.
She and her girlfriends socialized at a few Wichita nightclubs. Scene Seventies, at Pawnee and Seneca, was a favorite hangout on Friday and Saturday nights; Nancy dated the door manager there. On Sundays she’d drive her Opel over to her mother’s house and walk into a kitchen smelling of fried chicken. It was Nancy’s favorite food.
Nancy did not mind living alone. She told her mother nothing would happen to her.
11
December 8, 1977
Nancy Fox
Rader had cruised Nancy Fox’s neighborhood and saw that it was lower middle class, with cheap places to live, which attracted single women living alone. Once he figured that out, he trolled the neighborhood frequently. Be prepared, as the Boy Scouts say.
He first saw her one day when she walked into her duplex apartment, which was painted a cheerful pink. He saw that she was small and pretty and that she appeared to spend time on her hair and clothes. He appreciated neatness. He followed her to her job at the architectural company, to her night job at Helzberg’s, and to her home. At Helzberg’s he bought inexpensive jewelry, looked her over up close, followed her home again, then got her name by looking at the envelopes in her
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