Blood Lust: Portrait of a Serial Sex Killer (19 page)

"There are some," she replied. "If you're
over twenty-one. I'm only eighteen, and I always get carded at the
door."

"That's a shame. I know what that can be
like."

The conversation continued, and introductions
were exchanged. Making small talk, Cindy Jones* explained that she
was alone and bored with nothing to do and nowhere to go early on
that Friday morning. She normally worked as a waitress, but was
currently unemployed and lived at home with her parents. She really
didn't know what she wanted to do, but she knew she wasn't ready to
go home. In her naivete, Cindy readily accepted Dayton's offer to
smoke marijuana, get some beer, and drive around for a while. The
youthful Dayton, wearing a mustache and his hair at collar length,
was good-looking and seemed trustworthy.

As they drove along in the darkness, smoking
a joint and sipping on beer, their conversation eventually turned
to dogs. Cindy told Dayton that she wanted to get an Irish setter
pup as a Christmas present for her parents, but she didn't have any
money since she was unemployed. Dayton caught on fast and told her
that he was selling puppies for $50 apiece but would give her one
for free if she would go with him to get it. They were being kept
at his aunt and uncle's home near Woodburn, he said. Even though it
was late, Cindy accepted, and Dayton drove her to an isolated
location in the Canby area. He parked on South Barlow Road, a
gravel road about one-third mile west of Knights Bridge Road. But
there weren't any houses nearby, no place where they could get a
dog for her parents. Cindy didn't know where he had taken her and
soon became suspicious of his intentions. Nonetheless, she sat
quietly as Dayton continued to drink and occasionally got out of
the car to stretch and urinate.

Some thirty minutes after they arrived at the
secluded location, Dayton, without warning, grabbed Cindy and
forced her between the bucket seats and into the backseat. Using
several strands of electrical wire he kept on the floor, he quickly
bound her wrists and ankles. Making threats of violence, he pulled
Cindy's pants down as far as he could. She was menstruating, but
that didn't stop him. He pulled the soiled tampon out of her vagina
and entered her forcefully. She cried out because of his largeness,
but was otherwise helpless to resist. He was fascinated by the
blood from her period.

After two such assaults, Cindy convinced
Dayton to untie her so she could urinate. After pulling her pants
up and top down, she got out of the car and walked a few yards from
the car. Instinct dictating her actions, she ran away from Dayton
and his car as fast as she could. To her surprise, Dayton never
went after her, and Cindy continued running. Although it seemed
like forever, she eventually reached a house on Barlow Road. She
pounded on the door, screaming and crying, until the resident
opened it. It was nearly five A.M.

At 5:11 A.M., Deputies Wayne C. Flint and
Hugh M. Swaney of the Clackamas County Sheriff's Department were
dispatched to the house on Barlow Road to investigate the alleged
first-degree rape. When Flint and Swaney arrived, they were
informed that an officer from the Canby Police Department was out
in the area attempting to locate the suspect's vehicle. Cindy
explained what had happened to her and showed the deputies the red
marks around her wrists and ankles where she had been tied up. She
said the sexual attacks occurred over a three-to four-hour
period.

A short time later, Officer Geiger of the
Canby P.D. returned with Rogers in the backseat of his patrol car.
He explained that he had found him sitting in the passenger seat of
his car, which was stuck in mud, about a quarter mile down the
road. Flint and Swaney walked Cindy Jones over to the patrol car,
where, peering in through the window, she identified Rogers as the
man who raped her. Afterward, Cindy was taken to Willamette Falls
Hospital in Oregon City for treatment.

Utilizing a standard rape kit, Dr. Brian
Murphy examined and collected pubic hair combings and vaginal swabs
for the sheriff's department. As he was finishing up, Cindy's
father arrived at the hospital and brought her fresh clothes. The
garments she was wearing during the attack were turned over to
sheriff's Detective Sergeant W. H. Burnum, who drove Cindy and her
father to his office in Oregon City, where he interviewed Cindy
alone and at length. The questions, he said, wouldn't be easy ones
to ask, but he had to ask them. She acknowledged that she
understood.

"You were the victim of a forcible rape this
morning?" asked Burnum.

"Right," Cindy answered.

"Do you know where this rape occurred?"

"Not the exact names of the roads. But it was
close to Canby, that much I can tell you."

"Who was the person who committed the
rape?"

"I'm not sure of his name, but it was the guy
driving the blue Malibu."

"And you agreed to go with him?"

"Just driving around at first, that's
all."

"Then what?"

"He got some beer at a store." Cindy
explained how they talked about the dogs and that Dayton had
offered to give her a pup.

"Can you describe his car?"

"Blue, medium blue Malibu, not sure what
year. White letter tires. It was a two-door, and the door handles
in front have blue fur on them. The seats are black and there is
brown carpeting in the back window and on the back arm rests. The
driver's seat is ripped up."

"When he stopped at the Barlow Road location,
did you make any comment about that?"

"I asked what we were doing there, and he
said he wanted to finish his beer and stretch out before going the
rest of the way to the house where his dogs were kept."

"How long were you there before he sexually
assaulted you?"

"About half an hour."

"Then what happened."

"He started getting aggressive." By then, she
said, they were in the backseat. "I told him to stop it, but he
didn't. He put my arms behind my back and tied up my wrists. I got
undone once, but he retied them tighter. I told him I could still
do physical damage even with my hands tied up, so he tied up my
feet and then he raped me."

"What did he tie you up with?"

"It was some kind of heavy wire. It was metal
wire with plastic coating over it—that's what it looked like—and it
was colored."

"Did he remove your clothing?"

"He didn't take them all the way off. He
pulled my top up to expose my breasts, and pulled my pants down to
my ankles."

"Were you wearing underpants?"

"Yes."

"What did he do with those?"

"He pulled them down with my pants."

"Are you having your menstrual period?"

"Yes. I've been on it for three days."

"Were you wearing a sanitary napkin?"

"A tampon."

"Did he remove this?"

"Yes."

"Then he made penetration?"

"Um-hum." She blushed slightly.

"Did he threaten you with any physical force
if you didn't submit to him?"

"Well, he said things. Like he might have a
gun or a knife." Although she hadn't seen any weapons, Cindy told
Burnum that she felt threatened by his statements about the gun and
the knife.

"How long did the intercourse continue?"

"I have no idea. I did not have a chance to
look at my watch."

"Was it a long time?"

"Yes."

"Was he kissing you while this was taking
place?"

"Yes."

"Your hands were tied behind your back?"

"Um-hum."

"Did he continue until he reached a
climax?"

"Yes."

"And how did you know this?"

"Because he told me."

"Then what did he do?"

"He got off me. I talked to him for a while,
and he agreed to undo my hands and feet, to let me sit normally for
a while. I asked him when he was going to take me back to my car,
and he told me I might not want to know. Then he said when he was
finished with me, after he had done it a second time. That was when
he attacked me the second time, but he didn't climax and finally
gave up."

"You hadn't pulled your clothes up after the
first time?"

"No."

"Were you laying in the seat or sitting
up?"

"Sitting up."

"With your pants down."

"Well, I was pulling them up, and that's when
he told me he wouldn't let me go until he had me a second time. He
pinned me on the seat."

"Did he take off his clothing?"

"Yes."

"Completely?"

"His pants."

"Did he take his underwear off?"

"Yes."

"The second time he continued to have
intercourse with you for some time, but never reached a climax. Is
that right?"

"Um-hum."

"What did he say?"

"Just that he was going to give up. He was
getting sore, or something. I asked if he would take me back to my
car and let me go, and he said he supposed he might as well. But as
he started to back up, he got his car stuck in the mud and changed
his mind. He said he wouldn't let me go, and that he was going to
kidnap me. He said he was going to do things to me, really rude,
mean things."

"Then you escaped from him?"

"I told him I needed a breath of fresh air
and that I needed to go to the bathroom, any excuse I could think
of to get out of that car. Finally he let me out to go to the
bathroom, and I took off running."

"He didn't chase you?"

"No, he didn't."

"Were you afraid of him?"

"Very."

"But the act was a forceful act, not a
fearful act?"

"It was forceful."

"Completely against your will?"

"Um-hum."

"Did you drink beer with him?"

"Yes, one beer."

"That was purchased in Salem by him?"

Cindy nodded yes.

"Was he using any drugs?" asked Burnum.

"Pot. He was smoking pot."

"Did you smoke pot with him?"

"Yes, I did. I took one hit off of a joint. I
told him I didn't smoke pot and he kept saying, 'Come on, it's
okay.' So I took one hit. He smoked two joints, I think."

"Have you had any prior sex in the past
seventy-two hours?"

"No."

Dayton, in the meantime, protested about
being detained and seemed surprised when he was informed that Cindy
Jones was alleging that he had raped her. He remained with Deputy
Swa-ney, who advised him of his rights. Swaney informed Dayton that
he was not under arrest at that time, but suggested that it would
be a good idea to tell his side of the story so that they could get
the matter straightened out. As Dayton answered Swaney's questions,
his Chevrolet Malibu was pulled out of the mud and towed to a
secure location. He signed a consent form so they could search his
vehicle.

Dayton told Swaney that he did not know Cindy
Jones prior to meeting her several hours earlier, at 9:30 P.M.
Thursday night, not 1:00 A.M. as Cindy had said. After agreeing to
go driving with him and getting inside his car, they drove to
Cascade Park in Salem, where they drank beer and "made out." Dayton
said that he kissed her, fondled her breasts, and rubbed his hand
up and down her legs and over her panties. He said that he did not
push his hands inside her panties at that time, and insisted that
what they had done was mutually agreeable. She had not resisted his
advances.

At one point they drove back to Cindy's car,
where she was to have met another man. But the man didn't show up,
and they decided to go driving again, ending up on Barlow Road near
Canby. Dayton was familiar with the area, he said, because he had
fished there several times before and it seemed like a good place
to go necking.

After making out for several minutes, Cindy
climbed into the backseat and Dayton followed her. He lowered his
pants and helped Cindy pull hers down, and then engaged in
intercourse until Dayton reached a climax. He moved back into the
front seat, where he rested for several minutes, then asked Cindy
if she wanted "to get it on again." According to Dayton's version,
Cindy asked him if he wanted her to remove all of her clothes the
second time, and he had said yes. Following suit, Cindy asked
Dayton to take off all of his clothes, and he removed everything
except his socks. After climbing into the backseat again, they
tried many different positions, some with Dayton on top and others
with Cindy sitting on him. In one instance, with Cindy on her
knees, he tried to mount her from behind.

"I was going to have it from the rear, but
couldn't reach a climax the second time," Dayton told Swaney. "So I
quit." He moved back into the front seat.

Cindy leaned forward through the opening
between the bucket seats and began teasing about having him charged
with rape and kidnapping. Her teasing nature soon turned more
serious, and she made the threats in an angry tone. She began
telling him how she had been in trouble before, having spent time
in a juvenile detention center. She said that men thought she was
cute, and as a result she had been raped several times before, she
said. She bragged about the size of her breasts, boasting that they
measured 36-D and helped make it easy for her to attract men.

After she demanded that he take her back to
her car, Dayton attempted to back his car out of where they had
been parked but somehow veered into a large muddy area, where it
became stuck. At Dayton's suggestion, Cindy took the steering wheel
while he tried to push, to no avail. Angrily, Cindy got out of the
car and said she would walk. The last time he saw her she was
headed east on Barlow Road. Throughout his entire statement Dayton
insisted that the sexual activity between himself and Cindy had
been mutual.

"She was as aggressive as I was," he
said.

During the search of his 1967 Malibu,
sheriff's deputies seized a plastic bag of "green vegetable
material" believed to be marijuana, two eighteen-inch strands of
electrical wire, one black and one red, one bundle of speaker wire
eighteen feet long, and a terry cloth rag. Following the search,
Dayton was released and allowed to take his car.