When Robert Hansen starts speaking, he provides a passing glance at how his mind works. First, he literally does not know where to start. Small wonder for a man whose murders stretch back at least a decade. And then there’s the emotion — of the lack thereof. His affect is flat, his story rigidly chronological. It’s a story told in the “and then I” style, frozen in a time-sequence with only one direction.
And yet… Hansen goes to great lengths to make his actions appear random. If he hadn’t mindlessly driven downtown, his story goes, he might not have had that fateful encounter with Cindy Paulson. It was all an accident, really. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Just his stupid luck, yada, yada, yada.
Here’s the bigger truth: Hansen was obsessive/compulsive. There’s nowhere he could end up EXCEPT at the corner of Gambell and 5th.
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