Chasing the Devil: My Twenty-Year Quest to Capture the Green River Killer
The riveting personal account of one sheriffs epic hunt for America's most heinous serial killer. For eight years, Sheriff David Reichert devoted days and nights to capturing the Green River Killer--the most notorious serial killer in American history. He was the first detective on the case in 1982 and doggedly pursued it as the body count climbed to 49 and it became the most infamous unsolved case in the nation. Frantically following all leads, even as more bodies surfaced near the river outside Seattle, Sheriff Reichert befriended the victims families, publicly challenged the killer, and risked his own safety--and the endurance and love of his family--before he found his madman. But Reicherts hunt didnt end when he finally cornered a truck painter named Gary Ridgway. It would be yet another 11 haunting years before forensic science could prove Ridgways guilt beyond a shadow of a doubt. CHASING THE DEVIL is the gripping firsthand account of Reicherts relentless pursuit--a 21-year odyssey full of near-misses and startling revelations. Told in vivid detail by the man who knows the whole story--the man who has stared into the eyes of absolute evil--this is a page-turning real-life suspense story of unparalleled heroism.
make the identification. There is no more heartbreaking scene than the moment a parent recognizes that a child has been murdered. Like the Marshalls, Opal’s parents were devastated. But when we talked about the circumstances of their daughter’s death, they became defensive and even angry with me. Although Opal had been arrested for soliciting, Kathy Mills kept insisting that her daughter had never been a prostitute. In quiet but firm tones she said her child was still an innocent, a girl who
the victims, but he had fantasized about approaching Wendy and Debbie Bonner. When Bob LaMoria reminded him that Wendy was just a teenager, Foster was quick to tell us where he drew the line for underage sex. It was somewhere around age fifteen. “Anyone who would have sex with a fourteen-year-old female,” he said, “would have to be a pervert.” That was one of the most unusual car rides I have even taken, and that’s saying a lot when you’re a cop. Here was a guy who knew he was a target of a
sheriff’s office. During one of his early visits to the task force office, he made not-so-subtle references to budget problems and the possibility of cutting our manpower, even though we had just received a $1 million federal grant, which eased the financial burden we were putting on the county. As fate would have it, we got a reminder about our mission in the last week of 1985. A stolen car had wound up in a ravine near Mountain View Cemetery, which was in Auburn not far from Star Lake Road.
stories served to remind people that every once in a while a vicious human predator may arise and start killing with ruthless, remorseless abandon. And we all knew that the fear and revulsion created by Bundy would be renewed as soon as the Green River deaths were publicized. We caught a lucky break on that afternoon at the river when the media failed to appear. Like almost everyone else, most reporters take weekends off, and maybe the few on duty forgot to turn on their police radios. Whatever
would ride around with him in his truck or car and then pull over to chat with prostitutes on the street. They would coo over his baby while he arranged to meet up later for sex. When Matthew wasn’t available in person, Ridgway flashed his baby pictures. If that wasn’t enough, he’d promise to buy a woman food or help her to find a job. Everything he did was calculated to put the women at ease and make them think he was just a lonesome middle-aged regular Joe. As I had always suspected, some of