On the evening of Friday, August 10th, 1990, in the town of Dickinson, Texas, a group of children were playing in an overgrown field near their elementary school.
It was summer vacation, and it was hot.
The heavy, wet heat of the Texas GF coast in August.
The field was a vacant lot full of tall grass and weeds.
Somewhere in that grass, the children found a little girl.
She was 8 years old.
She was lying on a fire ant mound.
She had been there since before dawn.
Her throat had been cut and her voice box was torn.
She could not call for help.
She could barely move.
She had been left there to die.
And for most of a long hot day, she had believed that she would, but she was alive.
The children ran for help.
A helicopter flew her to the hospital in Galveastston.
Doctors fought to save her life and they did.
Then they told her family something else.
The wound to her throat was so severe, they said, that she would probably never speak again.
The little girl’s name was Jennifer Shuitt.
Years later, she would remember that prediction with a laugh, joking that these days it was hard to get her to be quiet.
Jennifer could not speak in the hospital, so she wrote.
With a pencil and paper, an eight-year-old girl with a wound across her throat answered the questions police asked her.
She described the man who had taken her.
She described his hair, a scar on his face, the color of his car, a dent in its side.
She sat with a forensic artist, and helped draw his face.
And on one of those notes in a child’s handwriting, she wrote the name the man had told her, Dennis.
The sketch was remarkably accurate.
The man really was named Dennis.
He lived only a couple of miles from Jennifer’s home, and for the next 19 years, he was never caught.
During those years, Jennifer grew up.
She grew up in the same town near the same field, wondering whether any man she passed could be the one.
She never let the case go.
She kept pressing investigators.
She went on national television.
And in the end, she gave up her privacy and put her own name and face in front of the public because she believed it might help catch him.
This is the story of Jennifer Shuitit, the girl who was supposed to die in that field and who instead spent 19 years hunting the man who put her there.
It is a rare kind of story in true crime because the victim survived to tell it herself.
Stay with me because when the answer finally came, it came in a way no one expected and it left Jennifer with one more thing to fight for.
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We go back into the files that were left unfinished and [snorts] we follow them as far as the evidence goes.
To understand what happened that night, you have to begin in Dickinson.
Dickinson is a small city in Galveastston County about 30 mi southeast of Houston between the sprawl of the city and the waters of Galveastston Bay.
In 1990, it was a workingclass town of neighborhoods, apartment complexes, and strip malls.
The kind of place where families knew their neighbors and children rode their bikes to school.
[snorts] Jennifer lived with her mother in an apartment at the Yorktown apartment complex on Lobbit Drive.
She was an only child.
She attended Silver Nagel Elementary School.
And in the summer of 1990, she was about to start the third grade.
Jennifer was afraid of the dark.
Most nights she slept in her mother’s bed.
But on the night of August 9th, 1990, she decided she was big enough to sleep in her own room.
She would always remember what she told her mother.
[snorts] Just because I love you, Mom, I’m going to sleep in my own bed tonight.
She fell asleep with her light on.
Her bedroom was on the ground floor.
With the light on, her room could be seen from the street.
Sometime in the early hours of August 10th, a man came to her window.
Jennifer has said she has no clear memory of the moment she was taken.
What she remembers is waking up in a stranger’s arms as he carried her across a dark parking lot.
He had come in through her bedroom window and lifted her out.
He put her in his car.
He told her he was an undercover police officer.
[snorts] He said he knew her family.
To a frightened 8-year-old woken in the middle of the night.
It was the kind of lie that could keep her from screaming.
He told her his name was Dennis.
He drove her through the dark streets of Dickinson.
Years later, investigators would say that Jennifer remembered about 95% of what happened that night, including the route he drove, a distance of about 3 and 1/2 miles.
In the car, according to the account she later gave police, he choked her more than once.
He drove to the area around her own elementary school.
He stopped near a mechanic shop next to the school.
Then he took her into an overgrown field nearby.
There he sexually assaulted her.
He choked her until she lost consciousness.
And then he cut her throat with a pocketk knife and left her in the grass.
He left her for dead.
[snorts] At 7:45 that morning, Jennifer’s mother discovered that her daughter’s bed was empty.
She called the police.
The police began searching.
They did not know where to look.
There was no witness who had seen a car, no ransom call, no trace of where Jennifer had gone.
An 8-year-old girl had vanished from her own bedroom in the night.
Investigators would later say that even years afterward, they were not sure exactly where the assault itself had taken place.
The search in those first hours was a search for a missing child with no idea which direction she had been taken or by whom.
In the field, Jennifer woke up.
She was lying in the weeds without her clothes on a nest of fire ants and they were stinging her.
She tried to move and she could not.
She tried to scream and nothing came out.
The cut to her throat had torn her voice box.
She could not make a sound.
“I knew I was going to die,” she would later say.
The hours passed.
The sun rose higher over the field, and the august heat built.
Jennifer lay in the grass, bleeding, covered in ants, unable to call out to anyone.
Different accounts put the time she spent there at between 11 and 14 hours.
Then around 6:00 that evening, a group of children playing in the field found her.
Those children have never been publicly named in the coverage of the case.
But it is no exaggeration to say that they saved her life.
Jennifer could not move or call out.
The field was overgrown.
If they had played somewhere else that evening or walked past without looking, she might not have survived the night.
They ran for help.
Police and paramedics arrived.
Jennifer was in critical condition.
She [snorts] was airlifted to the University of Texas Medical Branch, the hospital in Galveastston.
Doctors put a breathing tube in her throat low on her neck.
It would leave a scar she still carries.
They repaired the wound as well as they could.
She had lost a great deal of blood, but she had survived the night and the day and the heat and the ants and the knife.
Dickinson’s police chief, Ron Morales, would later say it plainly.
She miraculously survived this brutal attack.
Richard Renison, the FBI agent who would one day help solve the case, would put it another way.
In cases of child abduction, he said it is rare that the child is recovered alive.
Jennifer spent about two weeks in the hospital.
Three days after the attack, she was able to help the police.
She could not talk, so she wrote.
Detectives asked her questions and she answered them on paper.
A nurse named Sharon McBride and Jennifer’s mother helped guide the questions so that an 8-year-old who had been through something unthinkable could tell investigators what they needed to know.
Her notes were short written in a child’s hand, but they were full of detail.
The man had greasy hair.
He had a scar on his face.
She described the color of his car.
She remembered a dent in its side panel.
In one note, she told them the man had tried to choke her in the car.
And in another, she wrote, “He said his name was Denise.”
She was spelling Dennis the way a child would.
Then Jennifer sat with a forensic artist.
According to accounts of the case, the sketch was drawn by Lois Gibson, a well-known Houston forensic artist.
It took about an hour.
Jennifer, who still could not speak, worked with the artist to build the face of the man who had tried to kill her.
“Gibson,” Jennifer said later, “Just understood me.”
[snorts] The sketch showed a young white man.
Investigators described the man they were looking for as white in his 20s or 30s.
The detail and accuracy of Jennifer’s account astonished the people who worked the case.
One of the first detectives on it, Ralph Garcia of the Dickinson Police Department, would later describe the challenge they faced.
They had a witness who knew what had happened, who remembered the man’s face and his name, but who could not say a single word out loud.
The doctors had warned that Jennifer might never speak again.
But during her stay in the hospital, slowly she began to find her voice.
“The doctors told me I would never be able to talk again,” she said years later.
“But I proved them all wrong.
The police released the sketch and followed every lead they had.
Evidence from the field was collected and preserved.
Jennifer’s pajamas and underwear, and about 2/10en of a mile from where she was found, a man’s t-shirt and a pair of men’s underwear.
Investigators believed the man’s clothing may have belonged to the attacker.
In 1990, the crime lab tested the clothing for DNA, but DNA testing was still in its early years.
The amount of material on the clothing was too small.
The test was inconclusive.
It is hard to overstate how much the science has changed since then.
In 1990, DNA profiling was only a few years old in American courtrooms.
The early methods needed a relatively large, wellpreserved sample of blood or other biological material, and they took weeks to produce a result.
Over the following decade, labs moved to newer techniques that could copy tiny fragments of DNA and read specific markers from far smaller amounts of material.
In 1998, the FBI launched the National DNA database, CODIS, allowing profiles from crime scenes to be compared automatically with the profiles of convicted offenders from across the country.
None of that existed in the summer Jennifer was attacked.
The evidence that might have named her attacker was sitting in a bag waiting for the science to catch up.
The leads ran out.
The Dickinson police, the Galveastston County Sheriff’s Office, the FBI, and the Texas Rangers all worked on the case at various points.
Years later, the FBI would describe how difficult the work had been.
Leads were scarce.
No one was charged.
Jennifer’s attacker was still out there.
Jennifer went home.
She went back to school.
She grew up in Dickinson in the same town where it had happened, knowing that the man who had taken her might be living a few streets away.
She has described what that was like.
Growing up in Dickinson, she said, felt like being on a hunt, looking for a suspect.
She did not let it go.
As she grew older, she stayed in contact with investigators and kept pressing them not to let the case go cold.
She told her story on America’s Most Wanted, the national television program that asked viewers to help find fugitives and solve crimes, hoping someone would recognize the man in the sketch.
America’s Most Wanted, hosted by John Walsh, had been on the air since 1988.
Walsh had become an advocate for crime victims after his own six-year-old son, Adam, was abducted and murdered in Florida in 1981.
The program broadcast the faces and stories of wanted fugitives and unsolved cases to millions of viewers every week.
For a survivor who wanted her attacker found, it was one of the largest audiences in the country.
But even there, no one called in with the name.
Many survivors of attacks like this one never speak about what happened to them in public, and they have every right not to.
For years, Jennifer stayed out of the spotlight.
But eventually, she made a different choice.
She decided to use her own name and face publicly because she believed it would improve the chances of finding the man and bringing him to court.
That choice was unusual.
News organizations generally do not name the victims of sexual assault and they almost never name child victims.
When the Associated Press reported on her case in 2009, it noted that it was naming her only because she and the authorities had chosen to discuss her name publicly.
Jennifer had decided that her name and her face were tools and she was willing to use them.
Her purpose was simple.
To find him before he could hurt anyone else and to give other victims the courage to come forward.
While Jennifer was growing up in Dickinson, the man who had attacked her was living his life.
His name was Dennis Earl Bradford.
In August 1990, Bradford was 21 years old.
According to some reports, he had graduated from high school in Dickinson.
3 years before the attack in 1987, he had been arrested in Dickinson for traffic offenses.
His address on that record was on Tanglewood, less than a quarter of a mile from the Yorktown Apartments where Jennifer lived.
At the time of the attack, investigators would later find he lived a little more than 2 miles from her home and about a mile and a half from the field where she was left.
Months before the attack, he had his photograph taken for a Texas driver’s license.
At some point after the attack, Bradford left Texas and moved to Arkansas in 1996 in Hot Springs, Arkansas.
He was arrested again.
The crime he was accused of was frighteningly similar to what had happened to Jennifer.
Bradford was charged with kidnapping a woman, sexually assaulting her, and cutting her throat.
She survived.
The attempted murder charge was amended to rape and kidnapping.
A jury convicted him of kidnapping.
It could not reach a verdict on the rape charge.
The woman in Hot Springs was 35 years old.
She has not been named in the news coverage of Jennifer’s case.
Her testimony helped secure the kidnapping conviction.
What she went through in 1996 would matter far more than anyone in that Arkansas courtroom could have known because it would one day lead investigators back to a field in Dickinson, Texas and to a girl who had been waiting since she was 8.
On March 6th, 1997, Bradford entered prison in Arkansas to serve a 12-year sentence for kidnapping.
Because of that conviction, a sample of his DNA was taken and his genetic profile was entered into the national DNA database, Cotus.
There is something worth noticing here.
The woman in Hot Springs survived and her case went to a jury.
The jury could not agree on the rape charge, but it convicted Bradford of kidnapping.
That conviction is what put his DNA into the national database.
Without it, the evidence from Jennifer’s case could have been tested with every modern technique in the world, and there would have been nothing to match it to.
In a very real way, a woman Jennifer never met who survived the same man helped give Jennifer her answer.
He did not serve 12 years.
On February 4th, 2000, after about 3 years, he was parrolled.
From that point on, Dennis Bradford’s DNA profile sat in the same national database that would one day be searched for the man who attacked Jennifer Shoot.
The match was there waiting.
All anyone had to do was test the evidence from 1990 with methods sensitive enough to find it.
After his release, Bradford lived in North Little Rock, Arkansas.
By 2009, he had been living there for about 7 years.
He had a wife, two children, and three stepchildren.
He went to work as a welder.
For about 10 years, he worked for a fence company called United Fence.
When reporters later contacted the company, a representative described him as a good guy who had changed his life.
He lived a quiet life in Arkansas.
In Texas, the girl he had left for dead was growing into a woman.
By 2008, Jennifer was 26 years old and living in League City, a few miles from Dickinson.
She had finished high school and gone to college.
She had built a life.
But the case was still open, and she still wanted an answer.
In 2008, the Shouet case landed on the desk of a Dickinson police detective named Tim Cromy.
Cromy decided to look at it with fresh eyes.
He called Jennifer.
She would later describe the moment she went to see him at the police station.
I sat there in his cubicle, she said, and cried.
For the first time in years, it felt as if someone was going to try again.
In March 2008, Crommy reached out to the FBI’s office in Houston.
He asked special agent Richard Renison to take a new look at the case.
Renison brought in a specialized unit, the FBI’s child abduction rapid deployment team, known as the CARD team, is a group of agents with experience in child abduction cases who can be sent to help local police anywhere in the country.
In 2008, the team also took on a small number of older cases that might be solved with new forensic techniques.
It chose the shoot case as one of five crimes against children nationwide that it would pursue that year.
Renison called it the most interesting case submitted that year.
He was clear about why it had been chosen.
The main reason the card team picked this case, Renison said, was because she was alive.
Most child abduction cases that reach a cold case unit involve a child who was killed or who was never found.
In this one, the victim had survived, had remembered almost everything, and had given investigators a detailed description and a name.
This is the only one that I can think of, Renison said.
That the victim has suffered some traumatic injuries and survived.
In July 2008, the case was back in the news.
The Galveastston County Daily News reported that Dickinson police had resubmitted evidence for new DNA testing, including what might be a piece of the suspect’s clothing.
The evidence had been kept by the Galveastston County Sheriff’s Office.
Results were expected in 8 to 10 months.
Cromy told the paper that if the man had ever been incarcerated, his DNA profile might match one in the law enforcement database.
Jennifer, then 26, declined to be interviewed for that story.
Crommy explained that she wanted the focus to stay on solving the case.
Nearly all of the original investigators from 1990 still lived in the area.
Many of them had never forgotten the case.
Now 18 years later, they had reason to hope it might finally move.
The evidence from 1990 was sent to the FBI laboratory in Quantico, Virginia.
Because the case was 18 years old, it was not treated as an emergency.
It sat in line for about a year.
For Jennifer, that year was another stretch of waiting in a life that had already held 18 years of it.
She knew the evidence had been sent.
She knew that modern testing might finally produce a profile.
She also knew that it might not.
The clothing was old.
The samples were tiny.
[snorts] There was no guarantee the man had ever been arrested or that his DNA had ever been entered into any database.
A new test could easily come back with nothing, and the case could go quiet again for another decade.
She kept her focus where it had always been.
She did not want attention for herself.
She wanted the man found.
This time, the size of the samples was not a problem.
Modern methods could produce a usable profile from tiny amounts of material, in some cases from a single human cell.
The traces on Jennifer’s clothing and on the man’s underwear and t-shirt had been too small for the technology of 1990.
They were not too small anymore.
The FBI lab extracted a male DNA profile from the evidence.
Then it searched Cotus.
By 2009, the National Database held about 7.2 million DNA profiles.
It got a hit.
The DNA from the man’s underwear found near the field matched a profile in the database.
The profile belonged to Dennis Earl Bradford, the Arkansas man who had been convicted of kidnapping in 1997.
“Every bit of our success,” Renison would later say, is owed to the lab for providing us with the DNA match.
Investigators began researching Bradford’s past.
They found the 1987 traffic arrest in Dickinson with the address less than a/4 mile from Jennifer’s home.
They found that he had been living about 2 mi away at the time of the attack.
They found the Arkansas case from 1996 with its terrible similarity to Jennifer’s case.
And they found his old Texas driver’s license photo taken months before the attack.
Renison opened the email that contained the photo and he compared it with the sketch Jennifer had helped create when she was 8 years old and could not speak.
When I opened the email, he said I was floored.
The face in the license photo looked like the face in the sketch.
The man’s first name was Dennis.
The name Jennifer had written on a piece of paper in a hospital bed 19 years earlier.
Police Chief Ron Morales said the resemblance between the sketch and the license photo was close.
An 8-year-old who could not speak had described a stranger’s face so accurately that nearly two decades later, the FBI could hold her drawing next to an official photograph and see the same man.
On October 7th, 2009, investigators filed an affidavit in Galveastston County charging Bradford with attempted capital murder.
On the morning of Tuesday, October 13th, 2009, at about 6:50, Dennis Earl Bradford was driving to work in Arkansas with his wife in the car.
North Little Rock police patrol units pulled him over near his home and arrested him without incident.
Tim Cromy and Richard Renison were there to assist along with FBI agents from Little Rock.
Bradford was 40 years old.
He was taken to the jail in Palaski County, Arkansas to await extradition to Texas.
The news reached Jennifer that same morning.
The FBI later published its own account of the case.
It described an 8-year-old girl who lay in a field for hours with her throat cut and who grew up to stand in front of the cameras on the day her attacker was arrested.
For the agents and detectives involved, it was the rarest kind of case.
The child had been found alive.
She had remembered, and 19 years later, she was there to hear the news.
There was one person who did not live to hear it.
Jennifer’s grandfather had followed her case for years, hoping to see the man caught.
He died earlier in 2009, only months before the arrest.
That day, the Dickinson Police Department, the Galveastston County District Attorney’s Office, and the FBI held a press conference.
Dickinson Police Chief Ron Morales, District Attorney Kurt Cyrunk, and Richard Powers, the special agent in charge of the FBI’s Houston office, announced the arrest.
Cyrunk said it was truly a rare occasion to have the opportunity to prosecute a case like this one.
He called the DNA evidence rock solid.
Then Jennifer Chute, 27 years old, stepped up to the microphones.
She had a scar on her neck from the breathing tube doctors put in her throat when she was 8.
She had a voice the doctors once said she would never have.
“This is a huge day for me,” she said.
“I stand here and I want you to know that I am okay.”
She thanked the investigators.
They promised me, she said, that they were not going to stop until they solved the case.
And they hadn’t.
She said she had set out with two goals.
To find the man who attacked her so that he could not hurt anyone else, and to tell her story so that other victims would be encouraged to speak out.
Today, she said, I can say very proudly that I have accomplished both of these goals.
Then she said the words that would be quoted in newspapers across the country.
I am not a victim, she said, but instead victorious.
She hoped her case would be a reminder to all victims of violent crime, she said to never give up hope.
You can get justice, she said, no matter how long it takes.
She also told reporters that she wanted to see the case through to the end.
The rest, she said, will come out during the trial.
At the time, there was every reason to believe there would be one.
If you have stayed with Jennifer’s story this far, and you want to see what happened when the man she had searched for since she was 8 years old was finally in a room with investigators, this is a good moment to subscribe to the cold record.
Because the next part of this story is about what Dennis Bradford said and what he did after 19 years of silence.
Dennis Bradford did not fight extradition on Wednesday, October 14th, 2009, the day after his arrest.
He appeared in court in Little Rock and waved his right to contest being sent back to Texas.
Soon after the arrest, Jennifer did something she had imagined for nearly two decades.
At the police department, she looked at Dennis Bradford through a two-way mirror.
This was a person, she said later, that I had wanted to find for almost 20 years at that point.
On the night of October 14th, Bradford was brought back to Texas.
Officers escorted him into the Dickinson Police Station.
He did not answer reporters questions.
Outside, a neighbor told reporters he credited both the technology and the tenacity of the police department for finally catching him.
Bradford was then booked into the Galveastston County Jail.
Because of the nature of the charges, the sheriff’s office placed him in a medical cell and had him undergo medical and psychological screening.
His bail was set at $1 million.
At a hearing before a magistrate, he waved his right to an appointed lawyer and said he would hire his own.
The case was assigned to a district court in Galveastston County.
The charge itself reflected what investigators believed he had tried to do.
Under Texas law, a murder committed in the course of a kidnapping or a sexual assault can be prosecuted as capital murder, the most serious crime in the state.
Because Jennifer had survived, the charge was attempted capital murder, a firstdegree felony.
In Texas, that carries a sentence of 5 to 99 years or life in prison.
After his arrest, investigators questioned him.
The interrogation lasted about 3 and 1/2 hours, and it was recorded.
In it, Dennis Bradford confessed.
He admitted that he had taken Jennifer from her bedroom window, that he had posed as a police officer, that he had sexually assaulted her, and that he had cut her throat and left her in the field.
He also talked about what it had done to him.
There is not a day that goes by, he told investigators, “Not a single day that I don’t see that baby.”
There was another moment in the interrogation that stayed with the investigators.
CBS’s 48 Hours, which later told Jennifer’s story, aired video of Bradford being questioned by Tim Cromy and Richard Renison.
At one point, Bradford was given news he did not expect.
His reaction was a question.
She’s alive.
It suggested that for nearly 20 years, the man who had left Jennifer in that field may have believed he had killed her.
And he described himself in words that would later be broadcast on Houston television.
“She was innocent,” he said.
“I was a sick, deranged, beat up little punk.”
At one point, he told investigators something that seemed to sum up 19 years of silence.
“I didn’t get caught in 20 years,” he said, “but I sure didn’t get away from it.”
When Jennifer later learned about the confession, she had a question of her own.
If he had carried it with him every day, why couldn’t he have confessed sooner?
She said she would have expected a secret like that to drive someone crazy.
Bradford’s arrest shocked the people who knew him in Arkansas.
To them, he had been a husband, a father, and a working man.
Jennifer would later do something few people would expect.
She reached out to Bradford’s family.
She came to see that to his children he had been a devoted father.
He was actually a really great father.
She said she did not build her life on hatred of him.
Asked about her anger, she said that it never seemed like it would get her anywhere.
There is another side to this story that is easy to forget.
When Bradford was arrested, his wife was in the car beside him.
His children who were 12 and 15 learned in a single day that their father was accused of something monstrous and 7 months later they lost him.
They had done nothing wrong.
Jennifer’s willingness to reach out to them after everything their father had done to her says a great deal about the kind of person she became.
But she wanted him to face her in court.
She wanted to stand up as the child he had abandoned in that field.
Now a grown woman, and tell him what he had done.
Her case against him was moving toward trial.
She was preparing for it.
She expected to face him in a courtroom in the fall of 2010.
That never happened.
Early on the morning of Monday, May 10th, 2010, deputies found Dennis Bradford dead in his single man cell at the Galveastston County Jail.
He had taken his own life.
He was 40 years old.
He had been in jail awaiting trial for about 7 months.
Tim Cromy was the one who told Jennifer.
She did not speak on camera that day, but she posted a statement on her website, justiceforjennifer.com.
She wrote that she was shocked and disappointed at the news of Bradford resorting to suicide.
She had been looking forward to facing him in court that fall.
She wrote, and she felt robbed of that opportunity.
She would later describe her feelings more bluntly.
It was devastation, she said.
It was like ripped away from me.
But even in that statement, she looked forward.
I will continue to use my voice, she wrote, and advocate for other victims of crime.
Later that month, a Houston television station obtained the recording of Bradford’s three and a halfhour confession.
The world heard in his own voice the man admit what he had done to an 8-year-old girl in 1990.
Jennifer said that she was deeply disappointed she would never have the chance to face him in court.
But there was something else, too.
I am very relieved, she said, that he will never hurt anyone else.
There would be no trial.
There would be no verdict.
There would be no moment in a courtroom when a judge read out his sentence and Jennifer watched him led away.
Dennis Bradford died without ever being convicted even though he had confessed and his DNA had been found on the evidence.
For Jennifer, that left one thing unfinished.
She had written a victim impact statement.
The kind of statement victims read aloud in court before a sentence is handed down.
[snorts] She had planned to read it to him.
In it, she told him that he had chosen the wrong target.
She told him that she had searched for him for 19 years.
She wanted him to know that he had not won, that she was a strong survivor, and that victims can get justice if they persevere.
Accounts of the case say that on August 10th, 2010, 20 years to the day after the attack, Jennifer went to Dennis Bradford’s grave.
There, she read her statement aloud.
He was not there to hear it.
But she said it anyway.
What does justice look like in a case like this?
It is a question many survivors are left with.
A trial is not only about punishment.
For many victims, it is the one place where they can be heard, where the person who hurt them has to sit and listen and where a court states on the record what happened.
When a defendant dies before trial, that moment disappears.
The case is closed, but it is not finished.
[snorts] Jennifer had waited 19 years for that moment, and then it was gone in a single morning.
There is one more thing that the lack of a trial took away.
In a trial, every piece of evidence is laid out in public and tested.
Questions get answered under oath.
Why did he choose Jennifer?
Had he watched the apartment before that night?
Had there been other victims in Texas between 1990 and 1996, or in the years after his release from prison in Arkansas?
Some of those questions may have been addressed in his long confession, but without a trial, they were never tested in a courtroom, and some of them may never be fully answered.
In the eyes of the law, the case of Jennifer Chute ended without a conviction.
The man who attacked her was never found guilty by a jury because he never went to trial.
But in almost every other way, the case was solved.
The DNA matched him.
The sketch matched him.
The name matched him.
He confessed.
And the 8-year-old who was meant to die in that field lived to see him found.
By the time he died, she had done what she set out to do.
He could no longer hurt anyone, and her story was already helping other victims speak.
But her story did not end with his.
In August 2011, at a training event for citizens and police held at Moody Gardens in Galveastston, Jennifer Shuit told her story to a room full of people.
Detective Tim Crommy stood beside her and presented the case with her.
That same year, she joined Texas Equ, the volunteer search and recovery group based in the Houston area that helps look for missing people.
Texas Equarch had its own history with the fields of Galveastston County.
Its founder, Tim Miller, started the group after his daughter, Laura, disappeared in 1984 at the age of 16.
Her remains were found in 1986 in a field in League City, the same city where Jennifer would later make her home.
Miller spent years helping other families search for missing loved ones.
After hearing Jennifer speak, he met her and posed for a photograph with her.
For a survivor who had been found in a field by chance, joining a group that searched fields for the missing carried a particular meaning.
It was the beginning of a new chapter.
Jennifer became a public speaker and an advocate for victims of crime.
She spoke to students.
She spoke to conferences of police officers, prosecutors, and victim advocates.
She [snorts] told them about the night she was taken, about the notes she wrote in the hospital, about the sketch and the name, and the 19 years of waiting.
She told them about the DNA that finally named the man.
That last part became one of her causes.
[snorts] Jennifer has spoken out in support of collecting DNA from people at the time of arrest for serious crimes, not only after conviction.
Her argument comes straight from her own case.
Dennis Bradford’s DNA entered the national database because of his conviction in Arkansas.
If he had never been convicted, it might never have been there at all, and the evidence from that field in Dickinson might never have found a match.
A simple cheek swab, she has argued, could prevent future violent crimes.
It is a debate that has played out across the country.
Many states now collect DNA from people arrested for certain serious felonies, not only from those convicted.
In 2013, in a case called Marilyn v.
King, the US Supreme Court upheld the practice, comparing a cheek swab taken at booking to fingerprinting.
Supporters point to cases like Jennifer’s where a single sample could connect a man to a crime years earlier.
Critics argue that collecting DNA from people who have not been convicted raises serious privacy concerns.
For Jennifer, the question was never abstract.
She had spent 19 years waiting for a match that depended on whether one man’s DNA happened to be in the system.
Jennifer has also gone back again and again to the field in Dickinson.
She has stood in the tall grass where the children found her.
[snorts] “This could have been my final resting place,” she said there once.
“I come here to remind myself how grateful I am to be alive.”
“There was one more thing the attack had taken from her, and she did not learn about it until she was an adult.
When Jennifer was about 25, doctors diagnosed her with a condition called hydroalpinks, a blockage of the fallopian tubes that makes it very difficult to become pregnant.
She [snorts] linked it to the assault she had survived as a child.
The attack, she learned, had severely damaged her reproductive system.
Jennifer had always wanted a family.
I am an only child, she said, and I’ve just always wanted this big family.
Now, it seemed that this too might be out of reach.
I just felt like, she said, this is one more thing that may be ripped away from me.
The treatment that might help her in vitro fertilization could cost $10,000 to $20,000.
Jennifer and her boyfriend Jonathan Martinez could not afford it.
In vitro fertilization works by bringing egg and sperm together in a laboratory and then transferring the embryo directly into the uterus.
It bypasses the fallopian tubes entirely, which is why it is often the treatment doctors recommend for women whose tubes are blocked or damaged.
For Jennifer, it was the one realistic path to the family she wanted.
Then a doctor named Craig Witz of the Houston Fertility Institute heard her story.
Witz and his partners offered to provide the treatment and their services for free.
When he was asked about the decision, he answered in two words, “Done deal.
The treatment worked.”
In May 2012, Jennifer announced that she was pregnant.
When she spoke to reporters, she was 5 months along, expecting a girl.
“I kind of feel like this is my justice,” she said.
She also hoped her story would help other people.
“There’s got to be so many people out there,” she said, that have infertility issues because of what was done to them, especially those who were assaulted as children.
Her daughter Jenna was born in late 2012.
On May 20th, 2014, Jennifer married Jonathan Martinez in a small ceremony.
A son, Jonah, followed.
The girl who had been told in 1990 that she might never speak again now had a husband, two children, and a voice that people traveled to hear.
In 2018, Jennifer said what her children meant to her.
They’re really my happy ending, she said.
In March 2019, Jennifer spoke at a Women’s History Month event at College of the Mainland in Texas City, not far from where she grew up.
More than 200 people came to hear her.
Her message was that everyone faces some kind of tragedy in life, some worse than others, and that people have to find a way through it.
She had been through the worst of it and she still had a voice to share her story.
Jennifer and her family live in League City, Texas, a short drive from where it all happened.
She has told her story on network television, including NBC’s Today Show, where she walked reporter Jeff Rosson through the field where she was found and on CBS’s 48 hours.
She has told it on podcasts to audiences who were not yet born when she was attacked.
And according to one account, in 2023, she was a keynote speaker at the crimes against children conference, one of the largest gatherings of professionals who investigate and prosecute crimes against children.
The case of Jennifer Shuitt leaves lessons that reach far beyond Galveastston County.
The first lesson is about the power of a single witness.
[snorts] Jennifer was 8 years old, badly injured, and unable to speak.
She could have been dismissed as too young, too traumatized, too hurt to help.
Instead, investigators gave her paper and a pencil, and she gave them almost everything they needed.
A face, a car, a scar, and a name.
19 years later, every one of those details held up.
A child’s memory treated with patience and care can be some of the strongest evidence there is.
The second lesson is about the gap between the evidence and the answer.
Dennis Bradford’s profile went into Cotus after his conviction in 1997.
The clothing from the field in Dickinson was not sent for modern testing until July 2008 when it finally was.
The match came from a database of millions of profiles and it pointed straight to him.
The evidence from Jennifer’s case was sitting in storage the whole time.
For about 11 years, the answer existed in two places waiting for someone to put them together.
It took a detective willing to reopen an old file and an FBI team willing to make it a priority to close the gap.
Old evidence does not solve itself.
Someone has to send it back to the lab.
The third lesson is about early release.
In 1996, Bradford was accused of kidnapping a woman in Arkansas, assaulting her, and cutting her throat in an attack that closely resembled what he had done to Jennifer 6 years earlier.
He was sentenced to 12 years and released after about three.
[snorts] As far as anyone in Arkansas knew, he had no connection to a case in Texas.
But the pattern was there in two states for anyone who could have connected it.
It is a pattern that appears again and again in cases like this one.
Consider the case of Sarah Yarborough, a 16-year-old killed outside her high school in Washington State in 1991.
The man convicted of her murder had attacked women at knife point before, had been released early from a prison sentence, and was on parole the morning she died.
Dennis Bradford was not on parole when he attacked Jennifer in 1990.
But after his Arkansas kidnapping conviction 6 years later in an attack in which the victim was cut across the throat, he served about 3 years of a 12-ear sentence.
In both cases, the men had already shown exactly what they were capable of, and in both cases, the system let them go sooner than the sentence said.
The fourth lesson is about what survivors carry.
Jennifer was eight when she was attacked and 27 when her attacker was arrested.
She spent her entire childhood and young adulthood with the case unsolved.
Jennifer survived the attack, but it followed her for decades.
It shaped how she grew up in a town where the man who hurt her might be anywhere.
It took away her ability to have children naturally.
It took away her day in court.
And still she refused to let it define her.
Her own words were that she was not a victim but victorious.
The fifth lesson is about the lie he told.
When Dennis Bradford carried Jennifer out of her window, he claimed to be an undercover officer who knew her family.
It was a lie chosen for a reason.
Children are taught to trust police officers.
They are taught that a police officer is the safe adult, the one to go to when something is wrong.
A man who pretends to be one can use that trust to keep a child quiet.
Parents and teachers who talk with children about safety often now include that warning that a real officer will not come through a window in the night and that it is always all right to scream, run, and tell.
And the final lesson is about voice.
The man who attacked Jennifer tried to silence her in the most literal way possible.
He slashed her throat and abandoned her where no one could hear her.
Doctors said she would never speak again.
She spoke anyway.
She wrote when she could not talk.
She talked when she was able.
She told her story on national television, in police stations, in classrooms, and in conference halls.
[snorts] She used her name when it would have been easier to hide it.
The voice he tried to take became the thing that found him and the thing that has helped other survivors since.
Jennifer Shoot was eight years old on the night she was taken.
She was afraid of the dark.
She was an only child who slept in her mother’s bed most nights and who decided one summer night that she was old enough to stay in her own bed.
She left the light on.
She survived a stranger in her window, a knife, a long day in a field full of fire ants, and the August heat.
She survived the doctor’s prediction that she would never talk.
She survived 19 years of not knowing and then the loss of the trial she had waited for.
She grew up.
She found love.
She fought for the family she wanted.
And she got it.
She became the voice for other victims that she once had no way to be for herself.
The [snorts] man who tried to kill her is gone.
The girl he left in that field is still here.
She is the same girl who spelled out his name in pencil because she could not speak it.
She is the 8-year-old who sat with a sketch artist for an hour and built a stranger’s face from memory and the child a group of other children found in the grass.
But she is also a wife, a mother of two, a speaker and an advocate.
A woman who has spent her adult life making sure that what was done to her means something for other people.
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