Ahh...thanks. No I haven’t read any books about him. But I lived in Orange County, CA at the time he was on his killing spree. My former gf knew 2 of his victims; her elderly parents played Pinochle with them. It was an interesting time. I would leave for work before dawn and it was very noticeable that everyone was burning their outdoor lights all night long. Gun and ammunition sales soared, as did sales of large dogs. Even my gf, who lived with her sister, asked/demanded that I stay at her house every night until Ramirez was caught. As I said, it was an interesting time and it was very unfortunate that he escaped his sentence of the death penalty.
Well, I’ll try to do the story justice. He gets off a bus from Arizona, at a bus station right next to the police station. Steps into a 7-Eleven, dazed from the bus ride, the morning sun, and a cocaine binge. So, he goes in to get candy bars for energy, he is standing at the counter and the clerk is looking at him funny. So finally, he looks around and sees the newsstand, and his picture is plastered all over the front page of every daily, right down the line. That woke his ass up, he ran like hell and was captured within 20 minutes. I would have loved to have seen the look on his face when he saw all those face shots of him plastered everywhere...
It was funny, because the successful ID made of him by police was completely unknown to him, as he was in Arizona. The news was understandably HUGE locally, and he just strolls right into town with absolutely no idea what had happened there in the previous 12 hours. Hehehehehe....:-)