Talking with Serial Killers: The Sinister Study of Stalkers

Born in 1948 in Winchester, Hampshire, Christopher Berry-Dee is descended from Dr John Dee, Court Astrologer to Queen Elizabeth I, and is the founder and former Director of the Criminology Research Institute (CRI), and former publisher and Editor-in-Chief of The Criminologist, a highly respected journal on matters concerning all aspects of criminology from law enforcement to forensic psychology.

Christopher has interviewed and interrogated over thirty of the world’s most notorious killers – serial, mass and one-off – including Peter Sutcliffe, Ted Bundy, Aileen Wuornos, Dennis Nilsen and Joanna Dennehy. He was co-producer/ interviewer for the acclaimed twelve-part TV documentary series The Serial Killers, and has appeared on television as a consultant on serial homicide, and, in the series Born to Kill?, on the cases of Fred and Rose West, the ‘Moors Murderers’ and Dr Harold Shipman. He has also assisted in criminal investigations as far afield as Russia and the United States.

Notable book successes include: Monster (the basis for the movie of the same title, about Aileen Wuornos); Dad Help Me Please, about the tragic Derek Bentley, hanged for a murder he did not commit (subsequently subject of the film Let Him Have It) – and Talking with Serial Killers, Christopher’s international bestseller, now, with its sequel, Talking with Serial Killers: World’s Most Evil, required reading at the FBI Behavioral Science Unit Academy at Quantico, Virginia. His Talking with Psychopaths and Savages: A Journey Into the Evil Mind, was the UK’s bestselling true-crime title of 2017; its successor volume, Talking with Psychopaths and Savages: Beyond Evil, was published in the autumn of 2019, while a new edition of his Talking with Serial Killers: Dead Men Talking appeared in 2020.

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First published in Great Britain by John Blake Publishing, an imprint of Bonnier Books

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For

Frazer Ashford

Contents

Preface

Acknowledgments

Introduction

Lenny the Lizard

Premeditation: Murder in Mind

The Watchers

Modi Operandi and Criminal Signatures

A Master Class in Stalking

Thierry Paulin and Kenneth Erskine: Stalking and Killing the Elderly

Who Stalked and Murdered Muriel Maitland?

Killing Has to be Done!

The Crypto-Sex Killers: Peeling Back the Mask

John Francis Duffy

George Joseph Smith: A Very ‘Fatal Attraction’

Internet Homicide: Spinning a Web

Poison Potion: The Black Widow

I’m Gonna Find Ya . . . an’ I’m Gonna Getcha!

Hi, Handsome!

Afterword

Preface

Health Warning

In our modern times we have become all too immunised to the horrors, pain and suffering caused by the likes of some of the human predators featured in this book – many of whose awful crimes have become the subject material for bums-on-seats movies, with us, sitting in our comfortable armchairs, or in a cinema with a mouthful of popcorn, being ‘entertained’ with a glorified account of the crimes – most often far removed from reality and the twisted sexual psychopathology of the killers themselves, and without even considering the untold human suffering caused in extremis.

Let us never forget that these evil men and women are bottom-feeders; the scum of humanity who seek out, stalk, and torture in ways that are incomprehensible to you and me, who callously rape and kill our siblings, our parents, our loved ones and the most vulnerable in our societies, and don’t give a damn.

I do not suggest for a millisecond that I have got everything right and proper in this book, for there will be many ‘professionals’ who disagree with me, who’ll question every dot and comma, even flyspeck state of mind throughout, but, one might consider that if it were your terrified young son or daughter, much-loved boyfriend or girlfriend, or beloved spouse who had been stalked, lured to some dark place, stripped naked, hung from a beam and then skinned alive, would you truly give a damn about the killer’s state of mind?

Now, as I reflect on the how’s and why’s, I have struggled hard to rip away the gloss that is often painted over the criminals’ narratives, and get inside their heads – to try to understand, in some small way, what makes them tick.

Acknowledgments

To start the ball rolling, why do I dedicate this book to Frazer Ashford? Well, it celebrates seventeen years of being published by John Blake Publishing, and it all started decades ago when I met Frazer.

This has to be the most awful typescript I have ever laid my eyes upon but your research into the PC Gutteridge murder is flawless. Would you consider allowing me to co-write this book, with you as the lead author?

—Robin Odell, author and true-crime historian, to the author

Way back in the early nineties, one the world’s finest true-crime historians and crime writers, Robin Odell, spotted my first clumsy attempt at writing and showed it to Eric Dobby at W. H. Allen & Co. Together we published The Long Drop, thereafter, Dad, Help Me Please, Ladykiller, and, later, A Question of Evidence.

Virgin Books published Monsters of Death Row, and during this time I met Frazer Ashford, who was MD and producer at CrystalVision TV, based in Croydon. Here we did a short piece based on my book, Dad, Help Me Please (the Craig and Bentley case), which went on to become the 1991 British drama film, Let Him Have It, directed by Peter Medak, starring Christopher Eccleston, Paul Reynolds, Tom Courtenay and Tom Bell.

Several years later, Frazer and I hooked up again and, as a result, we made the twelve-part television documentary series The Serial Killers – the first-ever TV series that allowed serial killers to tell their story in their own words. Of course, we included many next-of-kin, judges, cops and attorneys so that they could say their bit . . . then along came publisher John Blake.

Talking with Serial Killers, published in 2003, became the first-ever true-crime book in its genre to include the killers’ own words and many of their letters as well. This was a risky and controversial move by John Blake, yet even today the book remains an international bestseller.

Seventeen years on, I am still with more-or-less the same publisher and there is a symbiotic literary thread running through from the start. Robin Odell sometimes wrote with the doyen of true-crime writing J. J. Gaute, and also with Colin Wilson – famous names, indeed, with decades of criminological research and expertise between them, of which, to a large extent, I have been the beneficiary because it was Robin who ‘showed me the ropes’. Then it was Frazer Ashford who first saw the potential of my interviewing these highly dangerous criminals, some of them psychopaths, face-to-face, and capturing it all on film. So it was these first on-screen TV-making experiences that helped me during the television documentaries I appear on, and in my lectures and talks, today.

Thank you again, Frazer. Bless you.

For many years now, Toby Buchan has been, and he still is my editor-in-chief, so I owe him a great debt of gratitude. Indeed, if I may say so, the idea for this book was his, with it coming across a table in Jamie Oliver’s Italian restaurant in Tooley Street, South Bank, London, to be precise, when my publishers treated me to a celebratory lunch on 5 July 2018, when I was in town signing my books in Waterstones and Foyles. Thank you again, my dear friend, and thank you, too, Kelly Ellis, then the head of John Blake Publishing, for your much-needed support.

I also extend the same heartfelt sentiments to all the publishing team and to my US publishers, Ulysses Press, in California, for I have always regarded successful book publishing as a team effort; one that extends all the way from the process of research, writing through to marketing, cover design, goodness knows how many edits, along to sales in the bookstores and online. For my part, I merely consider myself as the guy who pushes a pen around – because no matter how great an idea is, if we writers had no loyal and dedicated publisher we would be wasting our time.

Next up are my family and close friends: Claire, the mother of my wonderful son Jack, her parents Trevor and Carol, sister Lizzie and Clan Stothard, my loving partner Maui; pals Boris Coster, Tony Brown, Ann Sidney (former Miss World), Rev. Chris Richardson, Claire Louise, Clive Sturdy, Dan Zupansky, Denis Claivaz, Gary and Anita Roberts, the amazing Hollie, Jan Fuller, Jay, Jenni, Jenny (WRN) Wiseman, Jon Sotnick; long-time buddies Karl Spencer-Smith, Robert Pothecary, Roger Holman, Linda and Sherri from the ‘Offie’, Martin Mahoney, Paul Bell, Jay Thorley, Steve McCullough, Liam Greaney, Wayne Jowers, Willy B. Wilhemsen, Tony Brown, Yang Lu, and last but not least, the incorrigible Pete ‘Bitcoin Pete’ Aldred, who is one of the nicest guys one could ever meet.

I could, of course, go on ad infinitum with thanks, for there are scores of newspaper journalists, columnists, TV producers and their crews from as far afield as ‘down under’ with Executive Producer Ray Pedretti of ‘Blizzard Road Productions’ (35 Serial Killers). With Monster Films: Davis Howard and Rik Hall (CBS Reality Voice of a Serial Killer and Murder by the Sea); then StoryHouse Productions in Germany (Killing for Kicks – Serial Killer Joanna Dennehy), also springing to mind – but to include everyone who has supported me over the years would exhaust the 75,000-word count allocated me in the book you are about to read. So, if your name doesn’t appear in these pages, you will know who you are anyway – so thank you all once again.

christopher berry-dee

Introduction

STALK: 1: to follow or approach (game, prey, etc.) stealthily and quietly. 2: to pursue persistently and, sometimes, attack (a person with whom one is obsessed, often a celebrity) . . . 3: to search (a piece of land) for prey.

Collins English Dictionary

In itself, serial homicide is a grim, if fascinating, subject; one where, in the main, we appear to focus our attention on the homicides themselves and the techniques used by law enforcement to bring the offenders to justice. Thus, the most gruesome of cases inevitably result in the making of movies designed to put bums on seats – for blood-and-gore sells well these days. Criminal literature seems lacking in studies of what motivates serial killers and other types of criminals to stalk and hunt down their prey, what is going through their minds and the oft-times uncontrollable emotions that accompany the pre-kill process, and this is what I hope to address in this book. Principally, therefore, this book concerns itself with the manner in which serial killers and sex offenders hunt prey, and it goes without saying that stalking comes in many different forms.

Over the past few decades there has emerged a proliferation of these predatory individuals who infest the internet; deviants who rob, steal, assault, con, rape – and kill. Men and women alike, they will use any subtle method to entice an intended victim into their web, and we will meet many of these evil personalities throughout this book.

I have drawn upon historic and contemporary cases alike. However, in one specific chapter – that of the historic rape murder of a south London woman called Muriel Maitland – a delicate issue arose: the man in question was still at large within our society until he died of natural causes a few years ago. I met him, had tea with him several times at his squalid home in Portsmouth, and I found him the most manipulative and dangerous person I have ever encountered outside of prison walls, and I have interviewed face-to-face over thirty sado-sexual serial killers in my time, so this is saying something because Gordon Jowers was evil.

What we do know about this appalling murder is worthy of the entire chapter dedicated to the memory of Muriel Maitland, for if ever there was a case of homicidal stalking this is a prime example. Indeed, I have decided to include it because it is of a type that most women will identify with as being their worst nightmare. But there is another sadness here and it is this. As this cold case was belatedly focusing in on the offender, it came to pass that police had lost all of the forensic evidence, which included any traces on the victim’s underwear (that could, much later, have yielded material for DNA testing), and a cigarette butt that her killer had discarded at the crime scene – all of which could well have linked him firmly to the murder. There was no sign of any of the case papers, either. However, more by luck than design I located copies of these very valuable documents in a dusty cellar at the South London Coroner’s Court, just days before they were due to be incinerated, to be, quite obviously, lost for ever. God moves in mysterious ways!

Of course, stalking a victim to kill sits at the extreme end of the human behavioural spectrum – saintly do-gooding at the other – but it would be remiss of me not to include within these pages perhaps what might erroneously be judged a much lesser degree of criminal activity – that of the scammers who trawl the internet using various ‘honey trap’ guises to lure potential victims into their web; gullible if not foolish souls who are often fleeced for every penny they have, in the worst cases ending up dead.

My book Murder.com, was written with the cooperation of many law-enforcement agencies, with the FBI and St Petersburg Russian State Police heading the list. Of late I have worked with more-or-less the same agencies focusing on Facebook Messenger and Hangouts, also Craigslist, to reverse the honey-trap methods used by scammers, and turn the tables on them. One might judge this as illegal entrapment of sorts, but this legal issue is easily circumvented when ‘focused intelligence’ combined with documentary material such as, emails, text messages, photographs, Western Union receipts, as well as gift cards and fake IDs, prove beyond doubt that this is worthy of police attention. It should not be forgotten that in many cases like this men and women have been lured to their deaths, so it is a very serious matter indeed. So I have included details of several of the cases I have worked on, and, if anything, this most valuable information should provide as a stark warning that financial stalkers and blackmailers infest the internet, so punters seeking love online beware – you could also end up dead – if you are lucky in a pine box – or never to be seen alive, or dead, again!

There, that’s the end of my Introduction. A very short one it is too, yet the book itself will be a scary read. I can assure you of this because the most terrifying thing for anyone is to feel that someone is watching you, sometimes with your awful, sudden blood-drenched murder in mind.

christopher berry-dee

southsea, uk

el nido, palawan, philippines

Lenny the Lizard

PREDATOR: 1: any carnivorous animal.

2: a predatory person or thing.

Collins English Dicionary

The word ‘predator’ derives from the Latin praedator, meaning ‘plunderer’, from praedare (‘to loot’, ‘to pillage’); to which is related praeda, meaning ‘booty’, ‘spoils’ – and ‘prey’ (which derives from the same root). A grim definition indeed, yet an apt one with which to label the twisted humans who stalk, hunt down, entrap, then rape and/or slaughter our men, women, children, the infirm and even babies – for sexual satisfaction, for money and for fun.

I have been interviewing and corresponding with homicidal psychopaths for almost a quarter of a century, and have had some thirty-six books published on the subject of serial killers; I also give talks on serial murder, after which I am frequently asked the question ‘What makes these monsters tick?’

In Talking with Psychopaths and Savages: A Journey into the Evil Mind and its sequel Talking with Psychopaths and Savages: Beyond Evil, I have I hope managed in some part to answer this question. As my readers will have quickly realised, the answer is multi-faceted and far from simple. A basic dictionary definition of ‘psychopath’ goes along the lines of ‘a person who has a chronic mental disorder characterised by bouts of irrational, abnormal and/or violent behaviour’. As I explained in my earlier books, there are chemical imbalances or deficiencies within the brain, which often remove or reduce the ability to make moral judgements, to hold back urges (sexual ones commonly) or to empathise with the pain or suffering of others. But it is a lot more complicated than that. Not all such individuals become killers, nevertheless some of the most horrific murders are perpetrated by psychopaths. But – as my loyal readers know is my wont – I digress: it is specifically stalkers I am dealing with in this book.

In 2018, as I mentioned in an earlier book, I visited the fabulous Manila Ocean Park in the Philippines. There, in the ‘World of Creepy Crawlies’, I gazed through the glass of tank after tank. In each I could see nothing but green leaves and brown twigs. It took some time – as most things do at my age – for what I didn’t see to penetrate my mind, the thought itself happy to wander around for a month before a flicker of light lit up the neurons in my brain and the penny dropped.

In each of those tanks was a hidden predator primed to strike. In this case, a lizard – perfectly camouflaged, undetected by its prey – and, of course, 99.99 percent of the time, its victim is dead as soon as spotted.

They were dead as soon as I saw them.

—Describing how he zeroed in on his many victims, the serial killer, Michael Bruce Ross on death row at Osborn Correctional Institution, Somers, Connecticut, interviewed by the author 26 September 1994

Michael Ross’s method of catching his prey, then torturing and killing to satisfy his uncontrollable perverse sexual hunger wasn’t so much using the technique of lying in wait, he was rather more of an opportunist coming upon his victims by happenstance. This is not to say that he was not thinking about committing rape and murder when going about his day-to-day business as an insurance salesman, for those acts were constantly somewhere in his mind. Actually, he was unconsciously hunting for prey, and then, when a young woman provided him with ‘opportunity’ and it was the right place for him and the wrong time for her, these evil thoughts would jump into his consciousness and he would strike. We will meet other killers like Michael later in this book.

Other serial murderers and rapists stalk their victims, often for hours, days, even months before springing carefully laid traps. And, as shocking as this may seem, it is true that these highly dangerous people get as many thrills out of this predatory stalking phase as the actual killing time itself, for it gives them a sense of power over their forthcoming prey. Just like the big game hunter, or a military sniper, even an assassin, there is a great degree of adrenalin-fuelled planning and excitement in the hunt, too. Moreover, stalking then killing to eat or for the purpose of eliminating rivals is writ large throughout our DNA, dating back millennia to the time when our ancestors lived in caves; this, however, stems from a basic instinct – that of survival.

Of course, Lenny the Lizard doesn’t think in a predatory sexual way, bless him, neither does he actively stalk – he just merges into the background to wait patiently for dinner to appear on the horizon. The tiger, on the other hand, stalks its prey through the jungle, and African wild dogs will stalk theirs in a pack, hidden by tall savanna grasses. In all such cases, however, this is to feed themselves and their young, an important distinction.

Man, it is often said, is the only animal who hunts and kills for fun, but while this may not be completely true, it is true that animals kill mostly for understandable and acceptable reasons – they kill for food, they kill to protect their young, or in self-defence. Perhaps, occasionally, they appear to kill for enjoyment – as when they get carried away by the excitement of it (the fox in the henhouse, for example) and cannot stop themselves. This could especially be the case among pack animals where excitement mounts to frenzy. Or they could equally be behaving in this way for more obscure, and instinctive, reasons, maybe to do with pack survival and rivalry.

But this book is about human predators, mostly psychosexual, and I’d love to hear from anyone who can tell me the name of a single creature – other than us – that kills for sexual kicks. My ears are wide open. And it is humans, too, not other animals, that get a kick out of torturing their victim. Cruelty is our prerogative. What about the domestic cat playing with a mouse? you ask. The behaviour is instinctive: a cat’s killing method is to break the neck of its prey – a quick and efficient system – but with a small wriggling mouse it is hard to get a firm grip without being bitten. One explanation put forward to explain the ‘playing’ is that tossing the mouse about will break its neck; another is that it enables the cat to catch the mouse by the nape to kill it with a single bite.

Whatever an animal’s reason for killing, it is likely that most of the time some instinct, however obscure or distasteful to us humans, is at play. Nothing can compare with the lone and warped human serial rapist/murderer, who should have a moral compass but hasn’t; one who kills not for territorial rights, for food or a family dispute, but one who lies in wait, or stalks his prey, unconsciously or consciously, with the premeditated intention to commit the most atrocious acts of barbaric cruelty on the helpless and vulnerable.

And this is where we look at crypsis (the avoidance of observation), first turning to Lenny the Lizard and his kind: the predators of the animal kingdom are aided in their stalking by their camouflage (and indeed many of their prey are similarly kept hidden by theirs). Lizards, leaf-green or bark-brown or rock-grey, blend in with their surroundings, hidden from both prey and predator; tigers stalk their prey unseen through long grasses, an owl is lost in the mottled grey and brown of a tree trunk . . .

So, when reading