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Arthur G. Bishop

Raised by devout Mormon parents in Salt Lake City, Utah, Bishop was an Eagle Scout and honor student in high school, afterward serving his church as a missionary in the Philippines. On his return to Utah, he graduated with honors from Steven Henager College, with a major in accounting. Friends and family members were stunned by his February 1978 conviction for embezzling $8,714 from a used car dealership, but Bishop seemed repentant, pleading guilty and winning a five-year suspended sentence on his promise of restitution. Instead of paying the money back, however, he dropped from sight, and a warrant was issued for his arrest. When Bishop refused to surrender, he was formally excommunicated from the Mormon church.

By that time, in October 1978, he was living as "Roger Downs" in Salt Lake City, signing up with the Big Brother program to spend time with disadvantaged youth. Wherever Bishop settled, his charisma lured children into spending time around his home or joining him on camping expeditions. Over time, it led five victims to their deaths.

The first to vanish, four-year-old Alonzo Daniels, was reported missing from his Salt Lake City apartment complex on October 14, 1979. "Roger Downs" lived just across the hall, and he was questioned by police, but it was all routine. Detectives had no leads, no body, and no suspect in the case.

On November 9, 1980, 11-year-old Kim Peterson disappeared in Salt Lake City, last seen when he left home to sell a pair of skates. The buyer was alleged to be a male adult, but neither of Kim's parents had seen the man, and they had no clue to his identity.

Eleven months later, on October 20, 1981, four-year-old Danny Davis disappeared from his grandfather's side while shopping at a busy supermarket in southern Salt Lake County. "Roger Downs," residing half a block from the store, was routinely questioned by authorities, but they made no connection with previous cases and did not consider him a suspect.

Another eighteen months elapsed before the killer struck again, abducting Troy Ward on June 22, 1983 -- his sixth birthday.

On July 14, 13-year-old Graeme Cunningham vanished from home, two days before he was scheduled to go on a camping trip with a classmate and their adult chaperone, 32-year-old "Roger Downs." After questioning "Downs," police began quietly checking his background, discovering his almost unnatural fondness for neighborhood children. They also learned that he was wanted -- under the alias of "Lynn Jones" -- for embezzling $10,000 from a recent employer, stealing his own personnel file from the office before he disappeared.

In custody, Bishop quickly admitted his true identity, confessing to five counts of murder. Next morning, he led authorities to the Cedar Fort section of Utah County, pointing out graves where the remains of victims Daniels, Peterson, and Davis were recovered. A drive to Big Cottonwood Creek, 65 miles further south, turned up the bodies of Troy Ward and Graeme Cunningham.

The continuing investigation revealed that Bishop had molested scores of other children through the years, sparing their lives for reasons known only to himself. Several parents had knowledge of his activities, but none had come forward while the four-year search for a child killer was in progress. A search of Bishop's home uncovered a revolver and a bloody hammer, snapshots of one victim taken after his abduction, and various other photographs of nude boys, focused on their torsos to prevent identification.

In court, jurors listened to Bishop's taped confession, including his admission of fondling victims after death. At some points he giggled, at other times mimicking a boy's final words in a high, falsetto voice. The clincher was his statement that, "I'm glad they caught me, because I'd do it again." Convicted and sentenced to die, Bishop waived all appeals and was executed, by lethal injection, on June 9, 1988.

Arthur Gary Bishop

"With great sadness and remorse, I realize that I allowed myself to be misled by Satan."

In the tradition of all great christians, Bishop blamed the easiest target.

Bishop was devoutly religious. He even went to the Philippines to work for his church, the Church of Jesus Christ of the Latter day Saints (the Mormons). While in the Philippines one can only imagine what the sick fucker got up to, but he was excommunicated from the Mormons in 1974.

Back in the real world Bishop began his new career. His first victim was Alonzo Daniels, four. On October 16, 1979 he was playing in his front yard when Bishop took him.

Bishop's next hit was Kim Peterson, eleven, on November 27, 1980. Bishop set this murder up by telling Kim that he wanted to buy the boys roller skates. When Kim left his house to sell the roller skates to him it was the last time he was seen alive by anyone other than Bishop.

Around this time (1981) Bishop was arrested for embezzlement. He had written $9000 worth of checks in his boss's name. Arthur Gary Bishop then disappeared. He ended all contact with his family and friends, moved cities, and re-amerged in as Lynn E. Jones and later, Roger W. Downs.

As this new person Bishop enrolled in the big brother program (a group that care for disadvantaged youth) and started hanging out with young boys all the time.

Bishop struck again on October 20, 1981 when he stumbled across Danny Davis, four. Davis's was shopping with his grandfather when Bishop struck. Witnesses said they saw the child being led out of the grocery store by a man and woman. It is not known who the woman was.

He waited for nearly two years before adding to his score. Troy Ward was six-years-old when Bishop got him on June 22, 1983.

Less than a month later, on July 14, 1983, Bishop made his last kill. He chose Graeme Cunningham, thirteen. Bishop fucked up on this one as he was a known friend of the boys, and had promised to take him on a trip to California the following week. At this time Bishop was also in trouble for another embezzlement, and was arrested on this charge so the police could question him further about this murder. When police looked further at Bishop it was worked out that he was in the vicinity of the five murders and quickly became the main suspect. Upon further questioning Bishop caved in and admitted to the murders.

"I'm glad they caught me, because I'd do it again."

Bishop led the police to a secluded area in Ceder Fort, Utah where the bodies of Kim Peterson, Alonzo Daniels and Danny Davis were found buried in shallow graves. He then took police to another site, in Big Cottonwood Canyon, where the bodies of Troy Ward and Graeme Cunningham were buried. All the remains showed signs of sexual abuse, and when Bishops residence was searched a number of explicit photographs were found.

Arthur Gary Bishop was found guilty of all five murders, as well as five kidnapping charges, two counts of forceful sexual assault, and one count of sexual abuse of a minor. As the crimes took place in Utah Bishop had the choice of death by firing squad or lethal injection. Not surprisingly he chose lethal injection, and was executed on June 10, 1988.

"I wanted to help her, I just didn't know how to tell her that I killed her child."

Bishop on visiting the mother of his final victim.

Arthur Gary BISHOP

The decade of the 1980's proved to be a rampant one for serial killers, and it wasn't more evident than the Arthur Gary Bishop case.

When all was said and done, even devout Mormons in Utah weren't free of the rash of serial killings sweeping the United States.

Raised as a worshipping Mormon in Salt Lake City. Bishop also went on his "mission" in the Philippines when he graduated high school. In addition to this, he was also an Eagle Scout and honor student.

When he returned from his trek, Bishop graduated college with honors, earning a degree in accounting, and seemed to be on his way to a long and respectable life as a functional Mormon in his community.

However, everybody who knew him were shocked to find out that he was convicted in February of 1978 for embezzling over $8000 from a used car dealership.

He pled guilty, and promised to pay restitution, and for this, he was given a five-year suspended sentence.

Once given the chance, he bolted out of sight and a warrant was issued. Since he didn't give himself up, even after requests to do so from his church, he was excommunicated.

By the time all of this happened, he was going by the alias "Roger Downs" in Salt Lake City, doing admirable things like joining the Big Brother Program, spending time with children who were disadvantaged.

In October of 1979, four-year-old Alonzo Daniels disappeared from his apartment. "Roger Downs" was questioned by the authorities investigating, since he lived just across the hall. But they had no leads, no body, and no tips.

About a year later, 11-year-old Kim Peterson also disappeared when he went out to sell a pair of skates. The police were told that the buyer was supposed to be a male adult, but no one knew anything else, so police were still stuck without a clue.

Almost a year later, in October of 1981, four-year-old Danny Davis vanished from a busy supermarket, just a half-block from the "Downs" residence. Again, he was questioned because of the proximaty to the market, but with no reason to, the police didn't suspect a thing.

Laying low for a year and a half, Bishop struck again, abducting Troy Ward on his sixth birthday in June of 1983.

About a month later, 13 year-old Graeme Cunningham also vanished just before he was supposed to go on a camping trip with another boy, and an adult male chaperone, 32-year-old "Roger Downs".

Now the authorities took notice, and began to look into the past of this adult who seemed to always be around children.

What they found was that this "Downs" character was wanted for embezzling $10,000 from an ex-boss, while using the alias "Lynn Jones."

With enough to arrest him, they brought him in and began to question him about the disappearence of the Cunningham boy.

To their shock, Bishop began to confess to everything, even unveiling his true identity and telling them of the five boys he killed.

To prove that he was telling the truth, Bishop took the officers out the next morning to the Cedar Fort section of Utah and produced three corpses from graves that he dug. They were three of the young boys the police were looking for.

After another short drive south, he then showed detectives where he buried the bodies of the other two boys.

This wasn't the end. Upon further questioning, police revealed that Bishop had sexually molested scores of other young boys in the Salt Lake area.

Incredibly enough, authorities also revealed that in the four year run of Bishop's, there were even parents who were aware of his activities, but for one reason or another, they didn't report any of it, perhaps because of his promising, respectable Mormon facade.

In a taped confession, Bishop told how he murdered the boys, and even fondled them after their deaths, giggling at times and stating that he was glad to be caught, since he would do it again and again.

With this, he was found guilty, and sentenced to death. Waiving all appeals, Bishop was executed by lethal injection in June, 1988.

Bishop, Arthur Gary

Raised by devout Mormon parents in Salt Lake City, Utah, Bishop was an Eagle Scout and honor student in high school, afterward serving his church as a missionary in the Philippines. 

On his return to Utah, he graduated with honors from Steven Henager College, with a major in accounting. 

Friends and family members were stunned by his February 1978 conviction for embezzling $8,714 from a used car dealership, but Bishop seemed repentant, pleading guilty and winning a five-year suspended sentence on his promise of restitution. Instead of paying the money back, however, he dropped from sight, and a warrant was issued for his arrest. When Bishop refused to surrender, he was formally excommunicated from the Mormon church. 

By that time, in October 1978, he was living as "Roger Downs" in Salt Lake City, signing up with the Big Brother program to spend time with disadvantaged youth. Wherever Bishop settled, his charisma lured children into spending time around his home or joining him on camping expeditions. Over time, it led five victims to their deaths. 

The first to vanish, four-year-old Alonzo Daniels, was reported missing from his Salt Lake City apartment complex on October 14, 1979. "Roger Downs" lived just across the hall, and he was questioned by police, but it was all routine. Detectives had no leads, no body, and no suspect in the case. 

On November 9, 1980, 11-year-old Kim Peterson disappeared in Salt Lake City, last seen when he left home to sell a pair of skates. The buyer was alleged to be a male adult, but neither of Kim's parents had seen the man, and they had no clue to his identity. 

Eleven months later, on October 20, 1981, four-year-old Danny Davis disappeared from his grandfather's side while shopping at a busy supermarket in southern Salt Lake County. "Roger Downs," residing half a block from the store, was routinely questioned by authorities, but they made no connection with previous cases and did not consider him a suspect. 

Another eighteen months elapsed before the killer struck again, abducting Troy Ward on June 22, 1983 -- his sixth birthday. On July 14, 13-year-old Graeme Cunningham vanished from home, two days before he was scheduled to go on a camping trip with a classmate and their adult chaperone, 32-year-old "Roger Downs." After questioning "Downs," police began quietly checking his background, discovering his almost unnatural fondness for neighborhood children. They also learned that he was wanted -- under the alias of "Lynn Jones" -- for embezzling $10,000 from a recent employer, stealing his own personnel file from the office before he disappeared. In custody, Bishop quickly admitted his true identity, confessing to five counts of murder. 

Next morning, he led authorities to the Cedar Fort section of Utah County, pointing out graves where the remains of victims Daniels, Peterson, and Davis were recovered. A drive to Big Cottonwood Creek, 65 miles further south, turned up the bodies of Troy Ward and Graeme Cunningham. 

The continuing investigation revealed that Bishop had molested scores of other children through the years, sparing their lives for reasons known only to himself. Several parents had knowledge of his activities, but none had come forward while the four-year search for a child killer was in progress. 

A search of Bishop's home uncovered a revolver and a bloody hammer, snapshots of one victim taken after his abduction, and various other photographs of nude boys, focused on their torsos to prevent identification. In court, jurors listened to Bishop's taped confession, including his admission of fondling victims after death. 

At some points he giggled, at other times mimicking a boy's final words in a high, falsetto voice. The clincher was his statement that, "I'm glad they caught me, because I'd do it again." 

Convicted and sentenced to die, Bishop waived all appeals and was executed, by lethal injection, on June 9, 1988.

Michael Newton - An Encyclopedia of Modern Serial Killers - Hunting Humans

Arthur Gary Bishop (1951-1988) was a child molester and serial killer from Hinckley, Utah. He confessed to the murders of five young boys in 1983, as a result of a routine police investigation.

Bishop began molesting boys as a mentor in the "Big Brother" program. No one initially suspected him, although dozens of children would accuse him of abuse after he was arrested for murder. He was arrested for embezzlement in 1977 and given a five-year suspended sentence, but he skipped his parole and fled to Salt Lake City, living (and molesting children) under the alias "Roger Downs."

Bishop killed his first victim in 1979. He committed the next three murders over a three-year period, spending the months in between victims attempting to satiate his violent urges by torturing and killing animals. After committing the fifth murder in July 1983, he approached police (without admitting he had committed the crime), identified himself by his alias, and said he wanted to help the investigation.

Local police looked into their past reports and found that "Roger Downs" lived in the vicinity of four of the murders, and knew the fifth child's parents. They brought him in for questioning, discovered his real name, and eventually got him to confess to all five murders. The next day, he led the police to three skeletons near Cedar Fort and two more recent corpses near Big Cottonwood Creek.

During his trial, Bishop claimed that an addiction to child pornography molded his violent sexual fantasies and eventually drove him to act them out. He was nevertheless found guilty of five counts of capital murder, five counts of aggravated kidnapping, and one count of sexually abusing a minor, and sentenced to death. He was executed by lethal injection on June 10, 1988 at the Utah state prison at Point of the Mountain.

Arthur Gary Bishop

by Michael Newton

Eagle Scout

Hinckley, Utah, is a tiny desert town with less than 700 residents. It lies 100 miles southwest of Salt Lake City, in bone-dry Millard County, where tourists are scarce and locals scratch their living from the sun-baked soil. The landscape breeds hard men and women, scorpions and rattlesnakes.

In 1951, without warning, it gave birth to a monster.

Long after the fact, defense attorneys would describe Arthur Gary Bishop as “a lonely, frightened child,” but nothing in the public record validates that claim. In fact, he seemed to be a model son, and even in extremis never raised the specter of abuse. Reared by devout Mormon parents in the ways of their faith, Bishop was an honor student and a proud Eagle Scout. An anonymous high school classmate of Bishop’s, posting decades later to a Mormon website at www.xmission.com, recalled that Bishop was “a geek, rarely if ever finding someone who would accept the rare offer of a date.” His election to serve as business manager for the student council was no indication of popularity, this classmate recalled, “a tradition that went on...to vote a nerd to student council, as a joke to humble the social elite during the coming year.”

Such jibes aside, younger brother Douglas Bishop, born in 1956, appeared to idolize his only sibling. Nearly three decades would pass before a stunned community learned how much the Bishop brothers really had in common, and even then no probing questions would be asked.

In 1969, after graduation from high school, Gary followed the tenets of his church by serving as a teenage missionary in the Philippines. With that service completed, he came home and enrolled at Stevens-Henager College--a Utah business school that promises its students “fast-track, career specific education”--and completed the school’s accounting course with top-notch grades. His diploma pronounced Bishop ready to make his way in the world.

But the world was not ready for him.

There was a darker side to Gary Bishop, slowly revealed by degrees, that would never be guessed from his transcripts, early work experience, or conversations with his family and friends. The perfect son would later say he was addicted to pornography, and more specifically to “kiddy” porn. Where most viewers would have been revolted, Bishop was enthralled. He nurtured fantasies, elaborating on them over time, until the fantasies alone were not enough.

No one can say with any certainty when Gary Bishop crossed the line from morbid daydreams into active pedophilia. Years later, scores of Utah parents would complain of Bishop molesting their children, but none came forward at the time--not even as fantasies degenerated into murder. They were silent, some perhaps warning their children to avoid the stranger’s company, none reaching out to the police while it might still have done some good.

Bishop’s first brush with the law had nothing to do with children or sex. In February 1978 he was accused of embezzling $8,714 from a used-car dealership where he had worked as a bookkeeper since July 1977. His friends and family were stunned, but Bishop seemed prepared to take his medicine. He pled guilty as charged, receiving a five-year suspended jail sentence in return for a promise of full restitution. His repentance seemed sincere.

Until he dropped out of sight.

Gary Bishop was on the lam, an unlikely fugitive who would spend the next five years living under pseudonyms, finding work where he could, stealing money when it suited him. The arrest warrant issued for his probation violation would never be served.

The next time Bishop went to jail, it would be for murder, and he would be Utah’s most notorious killer of the twentieth century.

Big Brother

Bishop did not run far when he went into hiding. A simple name change was enough to throw police off his track, and Bishop remained in Salt Lake City, reborn as “Roger W. Downs.” He used that name to join the Big Brother program, thereby placing himself in close proximity to boys craving a sympathetic father figure. Author Clifford Linedecker, in his book Thrill Killers, reports that spokesmen for the Big Brother/Big Sister organization later admitted receiving tips that “Downs” had molested at least two children while enrolled with their program, but neither was his assigned “little brother.” The accusations were allegedly reported to police, who took no action.

The Mormon Church excommunicated Bishop in October 1978, but if he even knew it, the official shunning had no visible effect on Bishop’s life. He worked odd jobs, indulged himself with boys whenever possible, and fought the secret urges that demanded more than sex.

A year after his excommunication from the church, he lost that struggle and surrendered to the darkness festering within.

Four-year-old Alonzo Daniels was playing in the courtyard of his Salt Lake City apartment complex on October 14, 1979, when he vanished without a trace. His worried mother summoned relatives to search the complex and surrounding streets, to no avail. Police were summoned, going door-to-door. They met neighbor Roger Downs almost immediately, in his flat across the hall from Alonzo’s apartment, but their questions were routine and Downs denied any knowledge of the boy’s whereabouts.

Officers had no way of knowing that Alonzo was already dead when they reached the apartment complex. Bishop had lured him from the courtyard with a promise of candy, attempting to undress and fondle Alonzo in his living room. He panicked when the boy began to cry, sobbing threats to tell his mother what had happened. Bishop clubbed the child with a hammer, but it failed to stop Alonzo’s wailing. Finally, Bishop carried him into the bathroom and drowned Alonzo in the tub. Afterward, he stuffed the corpse into a large cardboard box and carried it out to his car, past Alonzo’s mother as she paced the courtyard, calling out his name.

By late afternoon, Salt Lake County’s search and rescue team had joined the fruitless hunt for Alonzo Daniels. Hundreds of civilians pitched in over the next few days, including students and faculty from the University of Utah and members of a Teamsters Union local. Photos of Alonzo and descriptions of his clothing--a cream-colored T-shirt with the words “Chocolate,” “Lime” and “Vanilla” printed on it--were printed and broadcast throughout the state. Police questioned hundreds of people, but none outside his family acknowledged seeing the boy.

By the night of October 14, he was already gone. Bishop drove the crated corpse to Cedar Fort, 20 miles southwest of Salt Lake City, and buried Daniels in the desert, his unmarked grave shaded by trees that gave the nearby town its name.

Returning home, he felt a mixture of emotions. Revulsion at his crime vied with fear of arrest and perverse excitement. Dominating all other sensations was a certainty that he would kill again, unless he found some means by which to stop himself.

The Skater

In the year after he killed Alonzo Daniels, Bishop sought a less dangerous outlet for his deadly urges. Instead of children, he decided to kill puppies, adopting 15 or 20 from Salt Lake City animal shelters over the next 13 months, using them as surrogates for children. “It was so stimulating,” he later told Detective Don Bell (quoted in the Deseret News). “A puppy whines just like Alonzo did. I would get frustrated at the whining. I would hit them with hammers or drown them or strangle them.”

Bishop’s neighbors never seemed to notice, and if they had, cruelty to animals was a cut-rate misdemeanor, nothing to compare with kidnapping and murdering a child.  Still, puppies only went so far toward satisfying Bishop’s urges. He continued to molest children sporadically, using charm or threats to prevent them from carrying tales. Only resistance or the threat of prison seemed to spark his killer instinct and push Bishop over the edge.

On Saturday, November 8, 1980, 11-year-old Kim Peterson met Bishop at a Salt Lake City roller-skating rink. They talked about skates, Kim mentioning that he would like to sell his and buy a new pair. Bishop feigned interest, telling Peterson he would pay $35 for the skates. It is unclear whether Bishop agreed to meet Kim on Sunday, or what name he used, but Peterson left home with the skates on November 9, telling his parent he had found a buyer. No names were mentioned, but he promised to come straight home after the transaction was concluded.

He never made it.

Police were called to the Peterson home near sundown, when Kim failed to return in time for dinner. Another fruitless search began, including a canvass of skaters from the rink where Kim had met his presumed abductor on Saturday. Several witnesses recalled a youth of Peterson’s description, talking to a man aged 25 to 35, full-faced with glasses, wearing blue jeans and an army-style jacket or parka. Two of the witnesses agreed to be hypnotized, the session producing further details: dark hair and bushy eyebrows, weight around 200 pounds. One skater claimed the man had driven away in a silver Chevy Camaro with out-of-state license tags, perhaps from Nevada.

The leads were useless.

Police saw no similarity to their suspect in “Roger Downs,” living in an apartment several blocks from Kim Peterson’s home. Again, they questioned him routinely, making no connection to the Daniels case. Nothing in the bland 29-year-old’s demeanor let them know that he had bludgeoned Kim Peterson to death and buried his corpse near Alonzo’s, outside Cedar Fort.

There was plenty of room in the desert, and murder was easier the second time around. Bishop still feared arrest, still spared his victims if they promised not to talk, but he was learning that murder provided a rush all its own.

In time, he would begin to crave it like a drug.

A Beautiful Boy

Eleven months passed before Bishop killed again. He was browsing through a local supermarket on October 20, 1981, Bishop later told detectives (quoted in the Deseret News), when “I saw the most beautiful little boy kneeling in the aisle.” Four-year-old Danny Davis was fumbling with the market’s gumball machine, trying in vain to extract a treat without paying. Bishop offered him candy, but the boy refused it. Giving up, he rose to leave the store, then glanced back and saw Danny trailing him toward the exit. He waited for the boy, then led him toward the parking lot.

Danny’s grandmother missed him when she finished her shopping. Suddenly alarmed, she called for the store’s manager. Employees and customers joined in a search, but they were already too late. Several shoppers recalled a boy at the gumball machine, assisted by a smiling young man, but they could not identify photos of Danny Davis. Hypnosis clarified the descriptions slightly, put positive IDs remained elusive. One report described a boy of Danny’s size and age leaving the market with two adults, a man and a woman.

Once again, as in the Daniels case, searchers fanned out through the nearby desert and mountains. Temperatures dropped into the thirties overnight, reminding police that Danny was last seen wearing only a T-shirt, blue jeans and rubber “thong” sandals. When their quarry failed to turn up on the first day or the second, divers plumbed the depths of Big Cottonwood Creek, east of town. Sheriff’s deputies dragged ponds, searched roadside ditches, poked through garbage in a hundred alleys.

All in vain.

The hunt for Danny Davis rapidly became the most intensive search in Salt Lake County history. Fliers were printed with the missing boy’s photo, copies sent to law enforcement agencies throughout the U.S. A $20,000 reward for information brought no takers. Calls for help to the FBI, Child Find and the National Crime Information Center produced no useful leads.

“Roger Downs,” residing half a block from the market where Danny disappeared, had nothing to share with police when they knocked on his door. Again, the questions were routine. And again, no one realized that the same clueless neighbor had lived in close proximity to vanished victims Alonzo Daniels and Kim Peterson. Neighbors later recalled to police and the press that “Downs” had an unusual fondness for children. At the same time, however, he often played host to groups of “rowdy hippies” and scruffy-looking bikers, including one youth who liked to set fires until “Downs” punched him out and banished him from the house.

All this, they remembered years later. Too late.

“Roger Downs” was not tempted by the public reward offer for information leading to Danny Davis. He had money to spare from his latest embezzlement scheme. Several weeks before the Davis kidnapping, bookkeeper “Lynn E. Jones” had gone to work at a Salt Lake City ski shop. When he failed to return from lunch one afternoon, the proprietor found $10,000 missing from the store--along with “Jones’s” personnel file.

By the time police visited his rented house to question Bishop, Danny Davis was already dead. After molesting Danny, Bishop had silenced the boy’s sobbing by manually pinching his nostrils and covering his mouth. The next day, Wednesday, Bishop made another trip to Cedar Fort, planting his third victim beside the other two.

It seemed to be a foolproof plan.

Police in Salt Lake City didn’t have a clue.

Panic

Utah police might be helpless in the face of Bishop’s cunning, but state legislators were galvanized by the spate of disappearances. When three-year-old Rachel Runyan was kidnapped from a school playground in Sunset, 30 miles north of Salt Lake City, in August 1982, the public outcry was predictable. Discovery of her strangled corpse a short time later turned the fear to panic. Deafened by grass-roots calls for action, local politicians did what politicians always do: they passed another law.

First-degree murder was already a capital crime in Utah, but legislators showed their indignation with a new statute on child abduction, ranked among the strictest in the nation. Depending on the circumstances of a given kidnapping, convicted abductors faced mandatory 5-, 10- or 15-year prison terms for their crime. Civic groups applauded the effort, but it did nothing to help locate Utah’s child-killer.

Investigators soon dismissed any link between Rachel Runyan’s murder and the vanished boys of Salt Lake City. Statewide, they were deluged with reports of strangers accosting children on streets, in parks and playgrounds--but still, no one blew the whistle on child molester Arthur Bishop, alias “Roger Downs.” Rumors circulated of an occult motive in the crimes, but police dismissed those in turn, noting that none of the missing boys had been kidnapped within a week of Halloween. The “sacrifice” theory was finally put to rest when October 1982 passed without another child abduction in Salt Lake City.

Authorities were baffled. Desperate for new leads, for anything at all, they rallied at the Metropolitan Hall of Justice in Salt Lake City. Representatives of the city police department gathered with detectives from the Salt Lake and Davis County sheriff’s offices, joined by agents of the FBI. They reviewed their open cases, stymied by the seeming lack of pattern. Each of the missing boys had been kidnapped at different times, on different days of the week, thereby frustrating any speculation on the kidnapper’s employment. Most killers prey on members of their own race, but Alonzo Daniels was African American, the later victims both fair-haired Caucasians. Kim Peterson was nearly three times the age of victims Daniels and Davis, casting doubt on the image of a pedophile stalking pre-school children.

In short, the meeting led investigators nowhere. The case was cold by June 23, 1983. Nearly two years had passed since the last disappearance in Salt Lake City, but the killer was about to return with a vengeance.

Troy Ward celebrated his sixth birthday that Wednesday afternoon. Permitted to play by himself at a park near his home, Troy was supposed to meet a family friend at 4:00 p.m., on a predetermined street corner. The friend would drive him home, where presents and a birthday cake were waiting. Come 4 o’clock, however, there was no sign of Troy on the sidewalk. His would-be chauffeur drove on to the Ward residence, expecting to find Troy there, but he had not returned from the park.

Police were called at once, patrol officers searching a grid of streets around the park. One witness, as related in the press, recalled a boy of Troy’s description leaving the scene with a man, on foot, a few minutes prior to 4:00 p.m. The man and boy had seemed at ease with one another, the witnesses assuming them to be father and son.

In fact, the man was Arthur Gary Bishop, and his fourth victim was gone without a trace. At home, Bishop repeated his grim ritual of fondling and molestation. He later told Detective Bell (quoted in the Deseret News) that he considered freeing Troy alive, but a last-minute threat to report the assault changed his mind. The hammer and bathtub were waiting. Afterward, instead of driving to his private graveyard outside Cedar Fort, Bishop drove east and buried Troy near Big Cottonwood Creek, in the Twin Peaks Wilderness Area.

It was all so easy.

He would not wait two years to claim his next victim.

In fact, he would not even wait a month.

End Game

Graeme Cunningham, 13 years old, was looking forward to a weekend camping trip on Thursday, July 14, 1983. His gear was packed well in advance, and the adventure was his sole topic of conversation as departure time approached. If he was troubled by Troy Ward’s disappearance, three weeks earlier to the day, Cunningham hid it well. He would be camping with a junior high school classmate and an adult chaperone, one Roger Downs.

What did he have to fear?

Graeme never made the campout, though. Instead, he vanished from his neighborhood without a trace that Thursday afternoon, his parents alarmed when he failed to report home for dinner. The disappearance made statewide news, and Roger Downs came calling to offer Cunningham’s mother any help that lay within his power. Later, in custody, “Downs” would tell detectives (quoted in the Deseret News), that his impulse was sincere. “I wanted to help her,” he said. “I just didn’t know how to tell her that I killed her son.”

Instead, before another week was out, he would be telling the whole story to police.

Authorities went through the usual motions with Graeme Cunningham’s disappearance. The search was fruitless; their inquiries produced only blank stares or solemn denials, along with expressions of sympathy for the grieving family. This time, however, something clicked within the task force that had been pursuing Salt Lake City’s child killer since 1979. At last, detectives recognized the name of “Roger Downs.”

They didn’t know his real name yet, but suddenly they realized that “Downs” had been interrogated after each of the five unsolved vanishing acts. Incredibly, he had lived in close proximity to four of the victims and was known to the parents of the fifth.

Could it be that simple, after all their grueling efforts? Four years earlier, Chicago’s John Wayne Gacy had been trapped by a similar mistake, seen chatting with the last of his 33 victims shortly before the youth vanished. In fact, detectives realized, serial murder cases were usually broken exactly that way, by killers who let down their guard and made clumsy mistakes.

Sgt. Bruce White and Detective Steven Smith went back to question “Downs” again.  They had no evidence against him yet, but there was something in his manner that suggested evasion. Was he one of those innocent persons who sometimes lie to the police instinctively, for no apparent reason, or was he concealing the worst of all possible secrets?

After brief preliminaries, “Downs” accepted an invitation to police headquarters. He was anxious to help find Graeme Cunningham, after all. Veteran homicide detective Don Bell was waiting for “Downs” on arrival. Slowly, surely, he began to pick apart the liar’s story. Soon, Bell had Arthur Bishop’s real name. By sundown, Bishop had confessed to five murders spanning four years.

Bell and Bishop spent most of the night together, nailing down details.

Retrieval of the dead would have to wait for dawn.

"I'd Do It Again"

The morning after his confession, Bishop led police to the remains of his victims, three sets of skeletal remains near Cedar Fort, and two more recent corpses near Big Cottonwood Creek. He was ambiguous about the motive for his murders, first claiming that he killed only those molestation victims who threatened to report him, later admitting the thrill he derived from murder itself. In either case, the crimes were compulsive. “I’m glad they caught me,” Bishop said, “because I’d do it again.”

After the public announcement of Bishop’s arrest and confession, police were swamped with calls from parents who accused Bishop of molesting their children, or the children of acquaintances, over the past decade. None had taken that step while Bishop was still at large, still hunting, and authorities were confounded by their long silence. “What I’d like to know,” Detective Captain Jon Pollei told the Salt Lake Tribune, “is where were those people two and three years ago, when we had nothing.”

A search of Bishop’s latest residence provided evidence to substantiate his confession. Police retrieved a .38-caliber revolver, a bloodstained mallet and hammer, plus dozens of photos depicting nude boys. Many of the photos were framed to exclude faces, making identification impossible, but they provided mute testimony to Bishop’s long career of child molestation. A book recovered from his home, titled 100 Ways to Disappear and Live Free, told investigators that Bishop had studied for his role as a fugitive from justice.

Arthur Bishop was charged with five counts of capital murder, five counts of kidnapping, two counts of forcible sexual assault, and one count of sexually abusing a minor. The latter charges applied only to his most recent victims, in cases where forensic evidence of sexual assault was still available--and murder was the count that really mattered. If the state could prove its case, that charge would send him to his death.

Deputy County Attorney Robert Stott described Bishop, in an interview with the Salt Lake Tribune, as a ruthless killer and sexual deviant possessed of “a scheming, calculating, cunning mind.” Bishop, meanwhile, in his statements to police, made the crimes sound terribly simple. As Detective Bell later recalled, quoted in the Deseret News, Bishop told him, “You can offer [children] anything and they’ll go with you.”

That lesson was not lost on Bishop’s younger brother, apparently. Arthur was still awaiting trial in Salt Lake City when he learned that sibling Douglas had been jailed for sexually abusing young boys around Provo, in Utah County, south of Salt Lake City. The crimes were apparently unrelated, with nothing to suggest that the brothers had ever shared victims, but the news still prompted speculation about their backgrounds and the source of their criminal urges.

Arthur Bishop, for one, wasn’t talking.

He was getting ready for the trial that would decide his fate.

Judgement Day

Bishop’s defense team, led by attorney Jo Carol Nesset-Sale, had no realistic hope of winning acquittal for their client. His confession had guaranteed a life behind bars, but the lawyers still tried to mitigate Bishop’s offenses, angling for a conviction on manslaughter charges rather than first-degree murder, with arguments that Bishop’s emotional and psychological “deficits” drove him to kill. As Nesset-Sale told the court, quoted by Cliff Linedecker in Thrill Killers, “Art became, for some reason, stuck or fixated with a sexual attraction to little boys. He never outgrew those erotic feelings. He was a lonely, frightened child.”

And one of the culprits, they decided, was pornography. An expert witness on the subject, Dr. Victor Cline, was called by the defense to testify that porn had warped Bishop’s mind to the extent that he could not resist his attraction to children or the killing urges that followed. It was a tune familiar from Ted Bundy’s eleventh-hour confessions in 1979, trumpeted by conservative Christians in their campaign to “clean up” America.

“During my trial,” Bishop recalled in that interview, “Dr. Victor Cline testified about the adverse effects of pornography. As I listened to his explanations, I could discern how my own life desires escalated. These normal feelings [sic] become desensitized, and they tend to act out what they have seen. So it was with me. I am a homosexual pedophile convicted of murder, and pornography was a determining factor in my downfall. Somehow I became sexually attracted to young boys, and I would fantasize about them naked....I would need pictures that were more explicit and shortly the images became commonplace and acceptable. Finding and procuring sexually arousing materials became an obsession. For me, seeing pornography was like lighting a fuse on a stick of dynamite. I became stimulated and had to gratify my urges and explode....If pornographic material would have been unavailable to me in my early stages, it is most probable that my sexual activities would not have escalated to the degree they did.”

Perhaps, but it made no difference to the jury of five men and seven women at Bishop’s six-week trial in 1984. They convicted him on five counts of capital murder, five counts of aggravated kidnapping, and one count of sexually abusing a minor.

Only portions of Bishop’s taped confession had been played in court during the guilt phase of his trial, but jurors heard it all during the subsequent penalty phase. They listened, stone-faced or weeping, while Bishop giggled, sometimes lapsing into a falsetto voice to mimic a dying boy’s plea for mercy. It was no surprise to anyone in court when the panel recommended execution.

Judge Jay Banks made it official, condemning Bishop from the bench. State law gave Bishop the choice between execution by firing squad or lethal injection.

Without a second thought, he chose the needle.

"Anxious to Die"

Soon after Bishop’s sentencing, while he sat on death row in Utah’s state prison at Point of the Mountain, a rumor circulated that persons unknown had offered a $5,000 bounty for his murder. Not only that, the story ran, but another $5,000 had been offered for Douglas Bishop’s head--a ten-grand package deal for the death of both brothers. Captain Craig Rasmussen, the prison’s security chief, told reporters (quoted by Cliff Linedecker in Thrill Killers), “These kinds of rumors occur with a high degree of regularity, but we are taking this Bishop case seriously because of the catastrophic results should he actually be attacked after we had been given public warning.”

In fact, there were no attempts on the life of either Bishop brother, though their status as “short eyes”--child molesters--made them outcasts even within the prison’s undistinguished population. Arthur had more important matters in mind, like rediscovering the religion of his youth. “With great sadness and remorse,” he said “I realize that I allowed myself to be misled by Satan.”

Repentance means a change of heart, though, and Bishop had not entirely abandoned his hopes for survival in this world. Attorneys pursued their petition for a new trial, but Utah’s Supreme Court rejected that bid on February 3, 1988. Only then did Bishop give up hope and resign himself to death. On February 29 he filed a motion to dismiss his lawyers and replace them with counsel willing to abandon any further appeals. The trial court held a second competency hearing on Bishop and determined that he knew what he was doing. On May 2, 1988 the Utah Supreme Court lifted Bishop’s indefinite stay of execution and ordered the trial court to set an execution date.

Bishop appeared before Judge Frank Noel three days later, handcuffed and shackled, to read a brief handwritten statement. “In reflecting back on my life,” he said (quoted by AP reporter Robert Mims), “I remember a lot of good things, but these are overshadowed by the things I have done. I wish I could make restitution somehow, but I don’t see how I can. I wish I could go back and change what happened, or that by giving my life these five innocent lives could be restored. Again, I say that I am truly sorry for all the anguish.” Judge Noel, unmoved, signed the official death warrant and scheduled Bishop’s execution for June 10, 1988.

Back at Point of the Mountain, prison psychologist Al Carlisle told reporters that Bishop seemed to be a new man. He had read the Book of Mormon 10 times from cover-to-cover during his four years in prison, while using TV headphones to shield himself from the profanity of fellow inmates. Still, Carlisle told Robert Mims, Bishop feared that “his old impulses would come back” if he were someday freed. “I’ve seen remorse in him from the beginning,” Carlisle went on. “He believes he will be going into the spirit world, that it will be more peaceful than here. He doesn’t believe he’s been forgiven. He believes he can continue to work on the other side on these problems.”

Meanwhile, Carlisle said, Arthur Bishop had told his keepers that he was “ready and anxious to die.”

Blood Atonement

There is a reason why Utah allows its condemned prisoners a choice of death by firing squad. It is not simple courtesy, but rather a nod to the early days of the Mormon Church, in the 1850s, when leaders Brigham Young and Heber Kimball preached a doctrine of strict “blood atonement.” One grisly sermon by Kimball, in December 1857, claimed that Judas Iscariot did not hang himself as portrayed in the Bible, but rather that the remaining apostles “kicked him until his bowels came out.” Furthermore, the church taught in those days, sinners could show repentance best by spilling their own blood--and if they failed to do so, other members of the sect might be required to help.

That grim doctrine is thankfully ignored today, except by extremists such as “Mormon Manson” Ervil LeBaron’s mass-murdering polygamist cult, but its trace lingers on in Utah’s provision for death by firing squad, a blood-letting ritual unrivaled anywhere else in the nation. Two-time killer Gary Gilmore chose the firing squad in 1977, and while he was the last (so far, at least) to die that way, the choice remains.

Newly-devout Arthur Bishop, however, stood fast on his choice of lethal injection.

Bishop met with his parents for the last time on June 8, 1988, then spent his last hours in fasting and prayer. “It’s unbelievable how calm and cool he is,” Mormon bishop Heber Geurts told newsman Robert Mims. “Even the guards can’t understand it. I’ve dealt with thousands of inmates in 33 years, and he’s the most sorrowful and repentant and remorseful man I’ve ever seen.”

Bishop kept his date with the needle on June 10, and state officials afterward cited statistics to “prove” that his death had reduced Utah’s murder rate. As later reported in the Salt Lake Tribune, the state witnessed 26 murders in the six months before Bishop’s execution, but only 21 from July through December, “a 19 percent difference.” Similar marginal declines had been noted after the 1977 execution of Gary Gilmore and Pierre Selby’s in 1987, but critics of capital punishment shrugged it off as meaningless coincidence.

Utah was grateful, though. Prison employees called upon to take a hand in Bishop’s execution were afterward given “thank-you” lapel pins to commemorate their service above and beyond the call of duty.