The Serial Killer Convention
A square-built man was bearing down on me at great speed, veins pulsing on his big bald head. I was being given the full New York cop, and I couldn’t handle it.
Sometime in the mid Aughts I spent several weeks crossing the USA filming screen tests. On a bright weekend in April I checked into a massive casino on a reservation in New England.
I was scouting for forensic scientists and cops to host a TV show about future advances in crime solving, and this gaudy location was the bait. An expert witness in a trial …