In one case a suspect had killed six people. His defense attorney asked me if when his confession was given, had I taken notes. I told him, no, that I had just been babysitting while the other detectives took a break.

He asked, ‘Do you mean to tell me that you’re relying on your memory of what my client said?”

Boom! I sucked him right in. “Well, in my twenty-five years as a detective I have never interviewed a mass murderer before.”

“Your honor, I object!” snapped the lawyer.

Two young Spanish guys were bothering him at the bar, calling him an old man, harassng the shit out of him. He turns around and shoots the two of them. Kills one right there in the bar. The guy drops. The other guy staggers out into the street. He follows that guy, puts one in his head right in the street, walks back in the bar, puts his gun on the bar.

He was drinking a bottle of Heinikein when the cops come. It was a ground ball murder for us.

We get an interpreter and sit down with him.

Here’s a guy who spent twenty five years in a Castro jail in Havana. What are we going to do to this guy?