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doctor who came to check on him after the guards had to use physical force to remove him from the shower, and exposed himself to the facility nurse charged with administering his synthetic testosterone treatments. Rainey thought the testosterone should have been withheld, but the court ordered it for health reasons produced by his traumatic castration.
Rainey answered Dalton’s whining with, “I’m sorry. I’ll see what I can do about that.”
The guard in the corner of the room let out a short laugh.
Dalton reacted. “See, these assholes are just looking for a chance to fuck with me. One of them told me I killed the warden’s cousin. Is that true? Was one of those girls kin to him, cause if that’s the case, then you guys better get me out of here.”
The guards were having a joke at Dalton’s expense. Rainey tried not to laugh and instead answered, “No, I don’t think that’s true, but I’ll look into it just to make sure.”
Danny snickered, drawing Dalton’s attention away from Rainey. He glared at Danny, momentarily showing his true colors. “Fuck you, McNally. You’re lucky I didn’t break your neck the last time you were here.”
Danny smiled. “And you’re lucky the guards stepped in, because I would have saved the Commonwealth a lot of money keeping you alive for however many years you have left, before one of these other fine upstanding citizens in here shanks your ass.”
The muscles in Dalton’s neck tensed, his temples began to pulsate, and his right eye twitched. He glanced at the guard with the black box. Rainey knew Dalton was contemplating what he could do to Danny before the voltage took him down. He relaxed back against the chair, after a moment, turning his attention back to Rainey. This was all part of the plan her team had come up with. Danny would get nowhere with his questions, but Rainey, who had gained Dalton’s trust, would. Evidently, he had forgotten his threats to kill her, or more likely, his psychopathic personality was trying to win her over, completing his need to make her a victim of his charm. The angrier he got with Danny, the more he reached out to her. Rainey took her cue.
“Dalton, don’t make things worse.” She turned to Danny. “Agent McNally, maybe you should step out and compose yourself.”
Danny made a show of being livid. He pushed his chair back violently and stormed towards the door. The guard on the outside spoke into his radio again and the door opened. Just before leaving, Danny turned back around.
“We’ve got everything we need from this asshole. Don’t play his games, Rainey.”
That was just it; they didn’t have all they needed. They had the how and why of his crimes, but they were sure not all of his victims. From the information they had so far, the team decided that Dalton fit the anger excitation rapist’s profile developed in the 1980’s, by some of the original behavioral analysts. Dalton got his sexual gratification from the victim’s suffering. He got off on inflicting excessive physical pain and psychological terror. He used a planned con game to gain his victim’s trust, initially charming and intelligent, only to become hostile and violent once he gained control. Like others who committed similar crimes, he often asked, “Do you like that, bitch,” while using bondage and torture during the prolonged sexual assaults. He was lethal after his initial years of maturation into a full-blown methodical, ritualistic murderer. Escaping this type of rapist was almost impossible. The women who encountered Dalton were doomed from the moment he met them. There were more similarities to the profile and Rainey knew them all.
What they needed to know were the facts surrounding the first murder, a much younger victim than the others. The BAU was positive he committed the brutal slaying, but could not get him to admit it. Dalton had a good reason not to tell, whether he realized it or not. This murder occurred after his lengthy
Rainey answered Dalton’s whining with, “I’m sorry. I’ll see what I can do about that.”
The guard in the corner of the room let out a short laugh.
Dalton reacted. “See, these assholes are just looking for a chance to fuck with me. One of them told me I killed the warden’s cousin. Is that true? Was one of those girls kin to him, cause if that’s the case, then you guys better get me out of here.”
The guards were having a joke at Dalton’s expense. Rainey tried not to laugh and instead answered, “No, I don’t think that’s true, but I’ll look into it just to make sure.”
Danny snickered, drawing Dalton’s attention away from Rainey. He glared at Danny, momentarily showing his true colors. “Fuck you, McNally. You’re lucky I didn’t break your neck the last time you were here.”
Danny smiled. “And you’re lucky the guards stepped in, because I would have saved the Commonwealth a lot of money keeping you alive for however many years you have left, before one of these other fine upstanding citizens in here shanks your ass.”
The muscles in Dalton’s neck tensed, his temples began to pulsate, and his right eye twitched. He glanced at the guard with the black box. Rainey knew Dalton was contemplating what he could do to Danny before the voltage took him down. He relaxed back against the chair, after a moment, turning his attention back to Rainey. This was all part of the plan her team had come up with. Danny would get nowhere with his questions, but Rainey, who had gained Dalton’s trust, would. Evidently, he had forgotten his threats to kill her, or more likely, his psychopathic personality was trying to win her over, completing his need to make her a victim of his charm. The angrier he got with Danny, the more he reached out to her. Rainey took her cue.
“Dalton, don’t make things worse.” She turned to Danny. “Agent McNally, maybe you should step out and compose yourself.”
Danny made a show of being livid. He pushed his chair back violently and stormed towards the door. The guard on the outside spoke into his radio again and the door opened. Just before leaving, Danny turned back around.
“We’ve got everything we need from this asshole. Don’t play his games, Rainey.”
That was just it; they didn’t have all they needed. They had the how and why of his crimes, but they were sure not all of his victims. From the information they had so far, the team decided that Dalton fit the anger excitation rapist’s profile developed in the 1980’s, by some of the original behavioral analysts. Dalton got his sexual gratification from the victim’s suffering. He got off on inflicting excessive physical pain and psychological terror. He used a planned con game to gain his victim’s trust, initially charming and intelligent, only to become hostile and violent once he gained control. Like others who committed similar crimes, he often asked, “Do you like that, bitch,” while using bondage and torture during the prolonged sexual assaults. He was lethal after his initial years of maturation into a full-blown methodical, ritualistic murderer. Escaping this type of rapist was almost impossible. The women who encountered Dalton were doomed from the moment he met them. There were more similarities to the profile and Rainey knew them all.
What they needed to know were the facts surrounding the first murder, a much younger victim than the others. The BAU was positive he committed the brutal slaying, but could not get him to admit it. Dalton had a good reason not to tell, whether he realized it or not. This murder occurred after his lengthy
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