Alan R. Warren - The Moors Murders; Ian Brady & Myra Hindley

It was in Manchester, England, in 1965, when the police were called to a possible crime scene at the residence of Ian Brady and girlfriend Myra Hindley. What they found in the upstairs spare bedroom were the remains of 17-year-old Edward Evans, who had been cut into pieces with an axe.

After an investigation and search, the police found two suitcases that were full of graphic pictures and a videotape of a young 10-year-old girl, Lesley Ann Downey, who had been missing for months. The photos showed Leslie tied up and tortured. They tape-recorded the assault, and when heard at the police station, made people cry, and some even vomit.

The mysteries about to unfold shocked not only the UK but also the entire world. Soon they would become known as the Moors Murders one of the most infamous serial murder cases to come out of Britain.

This book by journalist Alan R. Warren not only reviews the real facts and evidence, but it describes what really happened behind the closed doors of Brady and Hindley. It also includes actual letters from Ian Brady from the last few years of his life that give us a unique insight into the mind of Brady, his loves, his hates, and his beliefs in the world of today.

After reviewing several documentaries and reading many of the books already published, I realized that there were many things left unsaid about this case. Even though Myra claimed innocence by not being there when the rapes and murders happened, I suggest that not only was she there, but she was intimately involved; in both the killings and the rapes.

A dedication to all who were lost

John Kilbride | Lesley-Ann Downey | Edward Evans | Pauline Reade | Keith Bennett

It was the morning of Friday, March 5, 2010. Winnie Johnson was awakened by what sounded like a voice calling out to her. She had sat down the night before on her sofa, thinking about the memorial service that was finally going to happen 46 years after her son, Keith Bennett, had disappeared.

She soon realized that the sounds she was hearing were short gusts of wind blasting across her roof, and not anybody calling to her. As she sat up slowly, she could see that it was still very dark out. She walked towards her living room window and opened her curtains, noticing that it was very cloudy.

It had been a bitterly cold winter with plenty of snow. The news reported that it was the worst winter Manchester had seen since 1987. She wrapped her robe around herself and tied the rope tightly, as it had been disheveled sometime during her night on the sofa.

Winnie walked over to the fireplace mantle and picked up the picture of her son. Walking back to the sofa, she focused on Keiths eyes in the photo. She was trying to connect with him, trying to get answers, as she had done for so many years.

Sitting back down, Winnie quietly said, Look at my eyes. They are tired and have no answers. They dont know much, but they know that I love you, and I guess thats all theyre going to know. She sighed and placed the picture on the coffee table. Winnie willed herself not to cry. She had cried too many times already, and no matter how hard she cried, no matter if she screamed and yelled even, nothing would change.

Winnie replayed in her head the last time she saw her son. She was walking to the market, and her son was running off to meet up with his friends to see a movie. Winnie remembered waving at him and smiling. Every time she rewound and relived this in her mind, she wanted to change it. She even tried to change it. She desperately told him, No, you cannot go. You are to stay here with me and help me do my shopping. But in her mind, she re-imagined the scenario of Keith coming to the market with her, he would somehow disappear from the store, and she would end up in the same place - Keith was gone.

Just before 11 a.m. that same day, Councilor Jim McArdle helped Winnie into the memorial service for Keith at the Manchester Cathedral. Her hair was combed flat across her head, tied back with a band keeping it out of her face, and she wore a black and white speckled dress with a long magenta sweater over it.

Winnie stood in front of a large crowd of people, made up of her family, friends, and neighbors, and the room went silent. She was trembling and felt dizzy. It was all very overwhelming. Not only was this the memorial service that she had always prayed for her son to celebrate his life, but it was also the last step in closing the criminal case of his murder. Winnie reached out her right arm and held onto the stand that was dedicated to her son and held on tightly to help keep her balance as she spoke.

Winnie spoke to the crowd. She expressed the love that she had for her son, and that she believed he was with her to this day, watching over them, and he was in the church now. She went on to thank everyone for being there, not only at the service, but with her through her journey to find her lost son, or as she called him, her lost soul.

After the memorial, Winnie was off to the Saddleworth Moors to the spot that was identified by Ian Brady, Keiths murderer, as Keiths resting place. When she arrived, there was a small group of people assembled. It was a large, beautiful grassy field with a wood post barbed wire fence running beside the road they traveled to get there. The people had all brought tokens of love and sorrow, such as flowers, teddy bears, and some pictures of Keith, and tied them to the posts of the fence.

Winnie now stood in the same spot she had stood in years before when she came dressed in work clothes with a shovel to dig in search of her son's remains. Even though Ian Brady had decided to help detectives find the remains of two of his murder victims, one being Keith Bennett, they had no success in finding Keiths body that day. Still today, they have not found him.

As his grieving mother dubbed him, Keith Bennett is now known as the Lost Soul.