I read this book after finishing Jackson’s “Monster” (which was also incredible). I love Ann Rule, but I must say these two books are the best true crime stories I’ve ever read. As a mother and grandmother, “Bogeyman” struck a personal chord with me. It truly is every parent’s worst nightmare. David Penton is every parent’s worst nightmare. He is pure evil. Had it not been for the commitment, dedication, loyalty, passion and faith of Det. Gary Sweet, he might have never been caught. And that is a fear that is incomprehensible.
This book reminds you that the ripple effect created by murder extends far beyond the killer and the victim. It extends to the victim’s family, and to the detectives and officers who work the case, and on to their families, and then out into the public in general. One detective, Bruce Bradshaw, was never able to get over ‘The Call’, informing him that 5-year-old Christi Lynn Meeks was missing. Sadly, that call would change his life, and that of his family, forever. There were several devoted detectives who ensured that David Penton will never walk free. Their faith in God, and their faith in each other, is truly admirable. Det. Gary Sweet felt it was divine intervention that started him on the path to uncovering one of the most heinous killers ever. He never gave up, even when he felt he was fighting the good fight alone. With the help of Detectives Mike Bradshaw, Don Phillips and Billy Meeks, they managed to get a walking nightmare off the streets. I commend them and thank them for that.
After reading this book I can say for sure that Christi Lynn Meeks, aged 5; Roxann Reyes, aged 4; Christie Proctor, aged 9; Nydra Ross, aged 9 will never be forgotten by me. Nor will their parents and families. Nor will the detectives who work so tirelessly in order to protect the rest of us. The detective’s families are to be commended for it is they, too, who make sacrifices in order for their husbands, dads, sons, or brothers to be able to protect us.
This book left a lasting impression on me. It makes me feel not quite so bad about being what my 11 year old granddaughter says is “overprotective.” David Penton is one of many reasons I am overprotective. Unlike my granddaughter, I am old enough to know that evil exists, and that bad things happen to good people all the time. She’ll just have to live with me being overprotective.