The Evil That Men Do: FBI Profiler Roy Hazelwood's Journey Into the Minds of Sexual Predators by Stephen G. Michaud, Roy Hazelwood Read Free Book Online

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    Monica Smith, he learned in conversations with her mother and others, was a timid, likable young woman afflicted with a learning disability. She was sweet-tempered, naive, and socially passive, highly unlikely to offer much resistance if confronted by an attacker. Her mother believed her to be a virgin.
    Trawick was a white male, forty-five years old, whose criminal history included at least three previous murders he acknowledged at the same time he pleaded guilty to killing Monica Smith. He’d been arrested, as well, for burglaries, impersonating a police officer, kidnapping, placing threatening calls to women, and breaking into one victim’s house, where he destroyed her undergarments.
    Trawick was highly intelligent, and a diagnosed psychopath. Doctors and counselors described him as a sexual sadist, preoccupied with sex and violence, and a fetishist. In 1982, at his request, Trawick received a so-called chemical castration in the form of the female hormone progestin. The following year he required a mastectomy as a consequence of the drug’s side effects.
    Trawick spent from 1983 to 1990 in prison.
    During his confession, he provided police with sketchy reconstructions of his three earlier homicides, the first of which Trawick said he committed in the early 1970s.
    This victim was a prostitute whom he picked up late one afternoon in his Toyota van. Trawick said he choked the woman and stabbed her in the throat. Outside the van, he used a knife to mutilate one of her breasts, as well as her hips “and maybe, even, her stomach.” He wasn’t certain. He may also have pushed the weapon up his victim’s vagina, he said.
    Trawick added that he had expended so much energy in throttling the prostitute that he was unable to unbutton her clothing, and had to cut it away from her body with his knife.
    However, he did not rape her.
    He then drove home and cleaned up the van, noting to his surprise how little blood he found in the vehicle.
    In his second murder, for which Trawick did not provide a date, he recalled standing in an isolated aisle of a large department store and observing an employee, a “young lady,” walking toward a service area in the back of the store. After checking for surveillance measures and seeing no mirrors, one-way windows, or cameras, he went after her. Trawick cornered the clerk in the otherwise empty service area, strangled her until she passed out, and then cut the woman’s throat with his pocketknife.
    As in the previous attack, he did not assault his victim sexually.
    Before leaving the store, Trawick wiped her blood from himself using clothes from a rack, and removed his bloodstained outer shirt, which he hid. Then he walked out of the store in his T-shirt and threw the knife away.
    Victim number three was another “young lady” of about eighteen whom he’d seen from his vehicle as she walked down a street about noon one day in 1992. Trawick said he parked in a garage, caught up with the woman, placed his arm around her, and held his knife to her body.
    She didn’t struggle, he said, but she did lift up her skirt as they walked together. It apparently was an attempt to attract attention. He forced her to push the garment back down.
    When they reached an alley, Trawick continued, he choked the woman until she passed out. When she regained consciousness and began screaming, he stabbed her to death and left. Again, there was no sexual assault.
    This time, he got rid of his knife by throwing the weapon away in someone’s yard.
    Trawick, who lived with his mother and supported himself by doing odd jobs, such as moving furniture, told investigators he enjoyed scaring women, including his ex-wife, who’d divorced him in 1971.
    He fashioned a toy gun, Trawick explained, and used it on several occasions to frighten women. “I don’t like women all that much,” he said at one point.
    In one instance, he said, he pulled the gun and growled, “Come here,” at a potential