Free Blood Lust: Portrait of a Serial Sex Killer by Gary C. King

Lieutenant Detloff. When they returned,
Mrs. Rogers told them that she had just called her husband again
while the deputies were outside. She said that Dayton, however,
wasn't worried about the police because he didn't have anything to
hide.
    While Beckwith and Layng wrote down the
information, the telephone rang. As Mrs. Rogers spoke, the deputies
discerned that she was talking with her husband again. After a few
moments, she indicated to Beckwith that Dayton wanted to talk to
him. Beckwith took the phone.
    Why was the sheriff's office interested in
his pickup? Dayton wanted to know. Beckwith politely offered that
the vehicle in question had been described as leaving the scene of
a very serious incident, and that his department had been assigned
to check it out to determine if Dayton's pickup was in fact the
same one. Beckwith said that a witness had provided the sheriff's
department with a license plate number of a vehicle involved in the
incident, and they subsequently learned that the number was
registered to Dayton's pickup.
    Dayton promptly stated that he had been at
his shop all night, but added that he would be happy to help the
police in any way that he could. While they were on the telephone,
Beckwith felt that it was significant that Dayton did not express
any curiosity regarding the nature of the serious incident.
Likewise, he never expressed much resistance to the fact that
detectives believed that he and/or his pickup had been involved.
Beckwith informed Dayton that investigators would be on their way
to Woodburn to talk to him soon and that he could then ask them
more questions.
    Upon learning that Beckwith and Layng had
determined the location of their suspect, Turner and Lieutenant
Detloff promptly left the Denny's crime scene in the capable hands
of criminologist Deputy John Gilliland and headed for the
municipality of Woodburn.

Chapter 3
    It was 5:35 A.M. when Detective Turner and
Lieutenant Detloff arrived at 11635 Pacific Court N.E. in Woodburn,
in neighboring Marion County. The lights were on inside the
single-story building, a shop-type structure that was light brown,
almost beige in color, situated on the northwest corner of the
intersection of Pacific Court and Highway 99E. Displayed on the
east wall of the building was a sign that read, SMALL ENGINE REPAIR
UNLIMITED. A light blue Nissan pickup, bearing Oregon license plate
CYW 194, was parked directly in front of the business.
    Turner walked to the front of the Nissan. He
placed his hand in front of the grill and felt heat emanating from
the radiator. As they approached the front door, Turner quietly
pointed to a droplet of blood on the sidewalk near the building's
entrance. Detloff made a note to construct an A-frame over it from
a sheet of his yellow legal pad as soon as opportunity allowed, to
serve as a protective covering until the blood could be properly
collected.
    There were two sliding, garage-type overhead
doors on either side of the entry door, and Turner peered through
the glass of one of them. He saw a single occupant inside,
approximately five feet nine inches tall, brown collar-length hair,
wearing blue coveralls. Turner made a mental note of the blue
coveralls. The man was standing in front of a vise attached to a
workbench, apparently tightening the vise down onto a bolt. He was
dressed differently from the suspect described by witnesses at the
crime scene. But he would have had plenty of time to change his
clothing between the time he fled the crime scene and the time the
detectives arrived at his shop, decided Turner. Turner knocked on
the front door.
    "Who is it?" came the voice from inside.
    "Sheriff's office."
    "Come on in."
    Turner tried the doorknob, but it was locked
from the inside.
    "Is it locked?"
    "Yes, it is," responded Turner dryly.
    "Just a minute."
    Turner moved to one of the overhead doors and
watched the lone occupant walk toward the front door. When the man
opened it, Turner showed him his photo