He
always thought of this part as cutting the calf out of the herd. The problem: Pick up the woman somewhere, somehow without any witnesses
to the event. The solution this
time: he found her hitchhiking
late at night on the deserted street in a poorly lit part of town. He stopped the rented car and offered
her a ride. She looked at him,
decided he was safe, jumped in the car, congratulated herself on her good luck,
and asked if he was heading towards the next town.
"Yes,
I am. Where can I drop you
off?"
"Anywhere
near the middle of town would be great."
"You've
got it."
The
car started off in the right direction.
"Can
I offer you a little brandy? It's
cold out there," he said.
"I'd
love a sip or two."
He
removed a flask from his pocket and passed it over.
"Thanks
a lot," she replied, and took a long slow swallow. She returned the flask to the driver.
Five
minutes later the long-acting drug in the brandy had worked its magic and she
was completely helpless. Wide
awake, but totally unable to move or speak. She stared at the driver with terrified eyes. The driver steered the car onto a dirt
road and drove about half a mile into the woods. After stopping the car, he came around to the passenger
side, and pulled her out onto the ground.
She noted that there was grass and dirt in the clearing. He pawed her body for a few moments,
but didn't seem interested in undressing or sexually assaulting her beyond the
unwanted touching. Out came his
syringe, and with a few well-coordinated movements he injected a few mL of
fluid directly into her jugular vein.
The powerful drug did its work and she was now completely paralyzed.