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indication of familiarity with the region, these were not terribly sophisticated crimes with a unique or specialized signature. The most important use for the profile in a case like this was to structure the proactive techniques that might bring the UNSUB out into the open.
In fact, as the case dragged on and the body count rose. I became increasingly convinced that we were dealing with more than one offender. There were enough variations in location, condition of bodies, small details of the dump site, or the modus operandi, that I grouped the killings around two, then three killers. All would fit the same general profile, and all would be delivering the same sort of message.
Like the series related in the previous chapter, the Green River killings remain unsolved. For that reason, as well as the nearly deadly role the case played in my own life, it has continued to obsess me and probably always will. Someone or more likely several predators are still out there hunting.
And so are we.
3 A TALE OF TWO RAPISTS
I magine you’re an eleven-year-old girl, drifting off to sleep. Your little sister has climbed into your bed and is already asleep as you begin to slumber. You fall into the deep, secure sleep that only comes at this age: you’re old enough not to worry about monsters in the closet anymore, but still young enough to be comfortably surrounded by your favorite stuffed animals. If they’re not back yet, your parents should be home soon from their party. Your grandmother has fallen asleep on the couch in the living room watching TV.
Suddenly, you’re awakened by something or someone touching you. You think it’s your mother, coming to kiss you goodnight, but it’s not. It’s a strange man, who growls at you to take off your panties. You’re still half-asleep, confused.
Who is he? Why is he here?
So he rips your panties off, warning that if you don’t start doing what he says right away, he’ll punch you hard in the face.
He raises up your nightie. He’s kissing you and touching you in places and ways that hurt, but you can’t get him off you, and when you beg him to stop, he tells you to shut up or he’ll take you outside and hurt you more, or maybe kill your grandmother. Allthe while, your little sister remains innocently and obliviously asleep.
Please God she stays that way, or maybe he’ll hurt her, too.
When he’s done, he gives you a towel to clean yourself up. He says if you tell anyone, he’ll come back for you and he’ll do even worse things to you.
You believe him; you know he’s serious. And you are never the same again.
This sounds like something you’d expect to hear about happening in a city or suburb somewhere in the United States. In fact, it’s based on an actual rape that took place in New Zealand. More shocking even than the details of this particular crime is the fact that it was just one of a series of similar assaults on young girls and women that took place over more than a decade. The offender was popularly known as the South Auckland Rapist, named for the area he terrorized from the early 1980s to 1995.
This serial rapist originally came to my attention in the fall of 1994, after two special agents in the Investigative Support Unit, Steve Mardigian and Tom Salp, came back from a conference in Australia where they did a presentation on criminal profiling. Just about whenever we’re on the road for teaching or a conference, or a consultation with a local police department or task force, investigators in the area are likely to get in touch with us and ask to meet with us about their difficult, unsolved and/or active cases. Whenever we can, we try to help out.
Steve and Tom were scheduled to pass through Auckland as they traveled to Adelaide for the conference. The head of the serial rape investigation known as Operation Park—named after Manurewa district’s Mountfort Park, centrally located to the rapes—was Detective Inspector John Manning. When he learned the agents
In fact, as the case dragged on and the body count rose. I became increasingly convinced that we were dealing with more than one offender. There were enough variations in location, condition of bodies, small details of the dump site, or the modus operandi, that I grouped the killings around two, then three killers. All would fit the same general profile, and all would be delivering the same sort of message.
Like the series related in the previous chapter, the Green River killings remain unsolved. For that reason, as well as the nearly deadly role the case played in my own life, it has continued to obsess me and probably always will. Someone or more likely several predators are still out there hunting.
And so are we.
3 A TALE OF TWO RAPISTS
I magine you’re an eleven-year-old girl, drifting off to sleep. Your little sister has climbed into your bed and is already asleep as you begin to slumber. You fall into the deep, secure sleep that only comes at this age: you’re old enough not to worry about monsters in the closet anymore, but still young enough to be comfortably surrounded by your favorite stuffed animals. If they’re not back yet, your parents should be home soon from their party. Your grandmother has fallen asleep on the couch in the living room watching TV.
Suddenly, you’re awakened by something or someone touching you. You think it’s your mother, coming to kiss you goodnight, but it’s not. It’s a strange man, who growls at you to take off your panties. You’re still half-asleep, confused.
Who is he? Why is he here?
So he rips your panties off, warning that if you don’t start doing what he says right away, he’ll punch you hard in the face.
He raises up your nightie. He’s kissing you and touching you in places and ways that hurt, but you can’t get him off you, and when you beg him to stop, he tells you to shut up or he’ll take you outside and hurt you more, or maybe kill your grandmother. Allthe while, your little sister remains innocently and obliviously asleep.
Please God she stays that way, or maybe he’ll hurt her, too.
When he’s done, he gives you a towel to clean yourself up. He says if you tell anyone, he’ll come back for you and he’ll do even worse things to you.
You believe him; you know he’s serious. And you are never the same again.
This sounds like something you’d expect to hear about happening in a city or suburb somewhere in the United States. In fact, it’s based on an actual rape that took place in New Zealand. More shocking even than the details of this particular crime is the fact that it was just one of a series of similar assaults on young girls and women that took place over more than a decade. The offender was popularly known as the South Auckland Rapist, named for the area he terrorized from the early 1980s to 1995.
This serial rapist originally came to my attention in the fall of 1994, after two special agents in the Investigative Support Unit, Steve Mardigian and Tom Salp, came back from a conference in Australia where they did a presentation on criminal profiling. Just about whenever we’re on the road for teaching or a conference, or a consultation with a local police department or task force, investigators in the area are likely to get in touch with us and ask to meet with us about their difficult, unsolved and/or active cases. Whenever we can, we try to help out.
Steve and Tom were scheduled to pass through Auckland as they traveled to Adelaide for the conference. The head of the serial rape investigation known as Operation Park—named after Manurewa district’s Mountfort Park, centrally located to the rapes—was Detective Inspector John Manning. When he learned the agents
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