Wednesday, June 29, 2011 Killer’s Profile I really don’t put too much stock in profiling. It’s usually hit or miss, but even still, having thought so much about the case, my imagination can’t help but form a picture. So I think I’m gonna let my imagination run wild for a moment and have a go at it. He’s approaching middle age; older than most serial killers and perhaps something of a late bloomer. He’s white. He’s not short, but he’s not very tall either. He has a fairly stocky frame and is even a little barrel-chested (he does push-ups and sit-ups or some has type of home gym equipment). He has in the past sported a mustache until it began going grey. His hair is wavy and is something of a source of pride for him. He probably dyes it or removes the grey using a product like Just For Men. He may have a bad knee and walk with a very slight limp. He wears glasses to read. They’re thick dark frames, but are of a name brand and what he considers to look somewhat hip or stylish. His eyes are dark, but penetrating and somewhat close together. He has a smallish mouth, but an easy smile with big teeth. He is divorced and has recently entered something of a mid-life crisis. He drives an expensive car like a Cadillac. The color is dark and may be an SUV with tinted windows and a remote start. The interior is immaculate. He works in finance and commutes to the city. He’s an executive and dresses the part. He has his own parking spot. He often drives home in just his shirt sleeves and his ties undone. He has a boat and enjoys fishing. He prides himself on his patience and skill at the sport. At night he drinks scotch and sometimes smokes cigars. Sometimes he dabbles in cocaine. All the pretense he shrouds himself with in his daily life is usually enough to keep his ego and the killer at bay. But, unfortunately, it’s not always enough. It’s those long weekends alone, when he’s out of his element, when he’s just another guy with some time off, that the scotch and occasional cocaine isn’t enough and he feels a pull in his gut for something more. He often drinks himself to sleep with that feeling and hopes that it’s gone in the morning. Often times it is not and so he spends the day searching for and toying with potential prey. He’s not a superstitious man but he is careful and he is patient enough to pass up victims that he views as too risky or uncooperative. Posted by JJ at 9:36 PM
That’s a very detailed description of the killer. It almost sounds like the writer knows the killer himself. I guess what CPH is trying to say is that he’s careful and patient enough to pass up on ME. Risky AND uncooperative=mysterymom7. He can’t even get me to stop writing about him. It warms my heart thinking how big a fight Shannan put up. It was enough to expose Charles Peter Hackett for his evil deeds.