O n Boxing Day, I climbed into a ...

THIRTY YEARS SINCE A GANGLAND TRIPLE MURDER, NAGGING QUESTIONS REMAIN OVER WHETHER THE WRONG MEN WERE JAILED

’Twas the night before Christmas, and a sadistic killer had a twisted tale to tell...

I woke on Christmas Day, black and blue in a stranger’s bed

It was a hot day in one of the hottest and most uncomfortable summers of recent years. I was standing in a small upstairs bedroom of a house on the outskirts of a modern estate in the borough of South

The only clue to find a killer was some footprints in the snow