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 Page A

victim, but did not give chase when she ran away. In another, he immediately stopped his harassment and drove off when his target went in search of a mall security officer.
    He also placed obscene calls for the same reason, but elaborated that the calls were never directed at “people,” just “women,” an important distinction to him.
    According to one published report, Trawick sometimes telephoned women anonymously to tell them their husbands had been injured or killed in car wrecks. He liked to listen to their fright and pain.
    Making the calls was “sort of a thrill,” he said.
    The Smith slaying, Trawick said, began in this way.
    He’d had a bad day, and was cruising around the mall in his van when he saw Monica walking to her car. At that point, Trawick insisted, his intent only was to scare her with the gun.
    Trawick followed Smith back to the apartment complex and drove into the parking lot past the empty guard shack, pulling up next to Monica in his van as she was walking from her car.
    During the police interrogation, one of his questioners tried to bluff Trawick, telling him that a guard had takendown his license plate number that night. Trawick knew better, and at one point later in the questioning even returned to the subject. “I was thinking there wasn’t any, there wasn’t a guard there,” the killer recalled.
    Trawick said he showed Smith the barrel of the toy gun. But before he could say anything to her, she put down her purse and the container of yogurt and “was just saying ‘you can have anything you want’ and she started taking her pants off,” he told the police.
    Trawick jumped out of the van and pushed Smith into it. He also grabbed her purse from the pavement.
    Inside the van, he finished removing her pants and bound her with nylon rope he’d used in moving furniture. He gagged Monica, who was lying on her stomach, with duct tape. Although she made no resistance, he said, he hit her in the back with his fist before covering her with a tarp and driving off.
    Altogether, Trawick recalled, he spent approximately ten minutes in the parking lot with Smith, with his engine running and his headlights on. The interior of the van also was periodically illuminated as he got in and out of the vehicle.
    No one reported seeing a thing.
    According to his statement, Trawick then drove around in a random search for a secluded neighborhood, where he intended to assault Smith. She still made no sound or attempt to escape even though one of her hands came free as they drove. Trawick found that very unusual, he said.
    Along the way, he jettisoned his roll of duct tape.
    When he found a sufficiently quiet spot, Trawick stopped the van, climbed in back, and strangled Smith, his thumbs pressing down together over her pharynx. “She didn’t fight hardly at all,” he said.
    He also battered her on the head with his hammer and stabbed her beneath her breastbone. He remembered angling his knife blade upward so as to hit her heart.
    Trawick later burned the hammer handle and threw themetal head away. He kept the knife, though, and cleaned, polished, and reoiled it.
    At the time of his arrest, he said, it was still in his van.
    Total time spent in the “secluded neighborhood” was six or seven minutes, according to Trawick. He said he did not rape Smith because “I couldn’t.” He did insert one finger in her vagina.
    He then drove to the roadside dump site. A car came by, and “I didn’t have time to, uh, dispose of the body,” he told his questioners, “so I just put the tailgate down” and pitched Smith’s dead body down into the ravine. He remembered seeing clearly where it came to rest, despite the darkness of the night.
    Trawick dumped the contents of Smith’s purse, except for her wallet, in a trash barrel. From the wallet, he removed eighty dollars in cash—with which he bought gas that night—plus her driver’s license and credit cards. He tossed them, and the wallet, out the van’s