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A Pasadena Author Researching Jogging Trails Cracks an Old Serial-Killer Case

Weston Dewalt's amazing year

Click here for Christine Pelisek's related blog about the hunt for remains.

Weston DeWalt
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Weston DeWalt
Mammoth Lakes Police Department Sergeant Paul Dostie and cadaver-sniffing dog Buster, at right, wait with other teams while equipment digs for bones.
Ted Soqui
Mammoth Lakes Police Department Sergeant Paul Dostie and cadaver-sniffing dog Buster, at right, wait with other teams while equipment digs for bones.

Click here for Ted Soqui's accompanying slide show.


AUTHOR WESTON DEWALT was researching the jogging trails near his home in Pasadena in the fall of 2005 when he came across a brief mention of an 8-year-old boy who disappeared along a beautiful Arroyo Seco trail more than 50 years earlier.

DeWalt was intrigued. How could little Tommy Bowman, who had been on a short hike with his father, brother, sister, uncle and two young cousins on March 23, 1957, just disappear forever?

The sandy-haired youngster had run ahead of the pack and was bent on beating them to the family car, parked less than a quarter of a mile away. But something went horribly wrong. The Redondo Beach boy vanished in the blink of an eye, and a weeklong search by frantic family, friends and police came up empty.

Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Department helicopters buzzed over the Arroyo Seco, a stretch of verdant creek land that begins at Red Box, near Mount Wilson in the San Gabriel Mountains, and meanders through steep mountain canyons for 11 miles to South Pasadena. Bizarre theories abounded. Was Tommy dragged away by a mountain lion? Was he whisked into a car in the nearby Jet Propulsion Laboratory parking lot?

“People were grabbing in the dark for answers,” says DeWalt. However, two women did provide one eerie clue. The day Tommy went missing, they saw a crying boy who resembled Tommy walk out on a trail near Altadena Drive in Pasadena. They said a tall, “deeply tanned” man dressed in khakis and a plaid shirt was not far behind him.

The cops talked to known local sex offenders. Northrop Corporation, which employed Tommy’s father, put up a reward, and Northrop employees helped in the search. A few days after the boy vanished, a man demanded $2,500 in ransom money, and when the suspect picked up the money at an Eagle Rock gas station, the cops nabbed him. But the supposed kidnapping turned out to be a hoax, a vicious play for cash.

The Pasadena Police Department and Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Department concluded that Tommy had probably been abducted. But without further clues, the case went cold in 1960.

“I was intrigued by the story that a child could vanish seemingly without a trace, and being a father myself, I couldn’t imagine enduring that,” says DeWalt, an engaging man in his early 60s. “I made a decision that if I could find some of his relatives alive, I would write a book about what it meant to a family to wonder for 50 years.”

DeWalt produced a 1985 documentary about American POWs killed during the atomic bombing of Hiroshima, and he co-wrote The Climb with Russian mountaineer Anatoli Boukreev, about Boukreev’s experiences during a May 1996 attempt to scale Mount Everest that resulted in eight deaths.

Little did DeWalt know that his effort to document one family’s grief would help lead authorities to the boy’s killer — and spawn an unusual friendship between the persistent author and a tenacious LAPD cold-case detective, Vivian Flores.

Officials credit the odd couple with causing authorities to open a new investigation, focused on the disappearance of another boy believed snatched by the psychopath who murdered Tommy Bowman. The body of that second boy, Roger Madison, is believed to be buried along the 23 freeway on Caltrans land in Moorpark.

“It is not what I set out to do,” says DeWalt. “Some time in the middle of the night, it took a turn, and I have been following it ever since.”

In Moorpark on the morning of October 6, while a media throng looked on, dozens of investigators began excavating along the 23 freeway’s southbound Tierra Rejada Road off-ramp, in hopes of finding the bones of Roger Madison. An orange Caltrans front-end loader tore through the dirt as a forensic anthropologist looked on and a team of experts sifted soil.

FBI agents from the evidence-response team hovered nearby, ready to identify, collect and preserve evidence. At the ready were four corpse-sniffing dogs, who “alerted” authorities to the spot.

The dig continues all week, and the author and the cop hope they’ve found a long-secret burial site, thanks to their own ingenuity and the help of a retired Caltrans bridge engineer.

In late 2005, DeWalt tracked down and interviewed Tommy Bowman’s now-elderly father, Eldon Bowman. When DeWalt arrived at Bowman’s home in Simi Valley, the dining table was stacked with old newspaper clips, photographs and letters — an archive of Bowman’s sorrowful decades-long effort to find out what happened to his son.

With Bowman’s blessing, DeWalt petitioned the Pasadena Police Department and the L.A. County Sheriff’s Department to review the missing-person file on Tommy. There, among investigative notes written by detectives now long dead, the author found a sketch of the “darkly tanned” man purportedly seen following a crying boy on the Arroyo Seco trail that March day.

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  • Coteresa 06/23/2011 2:07:00 AM

    In the early 70's, I lived In Newbury Park, Just outside of Thousand Oaks. I went to catechism at a little place off of Borchard Road. For some reason, I walked home by myself and even though it was 40 years ago, I still remember the white pick up truck that abruptly pulled over by the mail boxes and stopped. A tall, fit man with brown hair in jeans got out and started walking rapid towards me. He had a weird smile. For some reason, I panicked, turned around, and ran back on wings it seemed to the school. I ran across traffic with cars coming but I didn't care, I just flew. I didnt' look back to see if he was following me. I must have been about 8 or 9, but I still remember that guy. I got these chills when I read about this Mack Ray guy. It's very peculiar but something made me turn around and run like crazy to get away from the guy in the truck.

  • Jimweyant 06/16/2011 12:08:00 AM

    I noted reference to the 1961 Karen Tompkins case in this review. Karen did not live in Torrance; rather she lived in the Los Angeles "strip" with a Torrance post office address. My father (LAPD lieutenant Ralph Weyant) was LAPD Harbor Division detective commander at the time and, when another missing (Gail Brown - actually from the City of Torrance) turned up less than a year later, dad assigned one of his investigators to work full-time with Torrance PD for a few weeks. Gail Brown's body was found near Newport Beach harbor and, throughout my 32-year Torrance PD career, I always had hopes both cases (along with that of another Torrance missing girl - Teri Lynn Hollis - whose body was recovered near Ventura harbor) would be cleared. All three of these cases remained unsolved and I have always felt they were connected - perhaps the late Mr. Edwards was responsible.

  • Carol.Kirkpatrick 09/05/2009 3:06:00 AM

    I was talking to a friend last Wednesday about the case of Tommy B. I was a young chid at that time and I spent a lot of my time in the area where Tommy went missing. I loved going down by the water near the area where the freeway is now. there was a big pond of water there and it was full of frogs and i loved catching them and bringing them home. I may have been around 13 at the time. I knew about Tommy missing but for some reason it did not keep me from there I looked for him where ever I went. I felt he was dead and I was afraid I would find his body. But even as much as I hiked in the area around JPL I never thaough I might be in danger. I would walk way up the small creek there by the east parking lot for JPL. I am glad that Tommy was never forgotton, I know I have never forgotton him for some reason. I just thought I would do a Google search for something on him and was very happy to read that someone was still looking for him as late as 2006. But my blood ran cold when I read of so many children missing at that time and I could have been one. maybe because I always had my german shepherd with me I was safe. I remembe seeing all the equiptment when I was there playing.

 

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