I put off reading this book because one of the victims was murdered in Henry Cowell Redwoods, on one of my favorite trails (leading up to the observation deck from where you can see the whole Monterey Bay and on a clear day it is SPECTACULAR). Actually, that's only part of the reason: the young woman was someone I knew - Ellen Hansen's mother was a friend of mine at UC Davis, and her pain was just something I've never forgotten. What a woman, what strength, and what a change it made in my feelings about the death penalty. It should not MATTER that one of the trailside killer's victims was someone I knew - I had been opposed to the death penalty forever, and yet when this happened, and David Carpenter was caught and tried, my overall reaction was "I want this guy to FRY."
The story is well told, and it totally creeped me out, and now that I know the EXACT spot on the trail where it happened, I don't think I can ever hike there again.
I remember Marilyn telling me about Ellen's reaction when the guy said he was going to rape her: basically she said like HELL you are and resisted. And she died. Her boyfriend was with her, was also shot, and left for dead. Well, guess what? he lived and testified against the bastard who terrorized Northern CA for a time a few decades ago.
A bizarre, scary, frightening story. It still gives me nightmares. I lost touch with Marilyn, but wherever she is, I hope she has found peace. I cried for her and Ellen all over again when I read this, so clearly the author did his job...