Denver child sexual assault suspect has been formally charged

One week to the day after a little 8yr old Denver girl was abducted and sexually assaulted, authorities have filed, today, formal charges against suspect Bret Lee Luckett Thompson - The manhunt for Thompson started last weekend when a warrant for his arrest was issued - Authorities have received tips on sightings however Thompson has yet to be apprehended -

The charges Thompson now faces are felony 2nd degree kidnapping, and a felony child sexual assault -

Thompson is 27 years old...and around 6 feet tall, weighing 190 pounds, with short, brown hair and green or hazel eyes -He is also known to go by the name of Wyatt Thompson - Bret Luckett or any combination of the names stated.

He is believed to be driving a white 1999 Pontiac Montana mini-van.

Anyone with information on Thompson’s location is asked to contact local authorities, the Denver Police Department at 720-913-2000 or CrimeStoppers at 720-913-7867. A reward of up to $12,000 is being offered for information leading to Thompson’s arrest and conviction

The reason I am following this case so closely is while even though right this minute there are many children being abused and probably will never see justice served, there's a chance in this case - and there's a chance that this guy will not go on to harm another child. - plus - this guy gives me the creeps -it is rare the molester/ child rapist is unknown to the victim - more times than not they have created a relationship with the child in some form - gained trust - not with this one -this child was ripped from her world - thrown into the back of a van and then had her innocence ripped away - thankfully the degenerate who did this didn't take her life - but, with people like this - their crimes escalate...whose to say what would happen to the next child - remember Nevaeh Buchanan? Another case I closely followed - her little body dumped by a river side and concrete poured over her? Two years later and we still don't know who did that one

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