Gladyss of the Hunt. Arthur Nersesian

left the wallet?”

      “He musta seen my shield,” Bernie said. “That would’ve been a disaster. I’d have had to tell the captain.”

      “Thank God for that.”

      “Yeah. Well, I’m staking out my car for the next few nights in case the fucker comes back. I’m thinking he followed me from the bar, so maybe I’ll go back there and act like I’m loaded.”

      “Bern, be careful. Go to Robbery. If you think he’s still working the area, let them do the stakeout.”

      “I just can’t fucking believe I got hit. I thought the city was supposed to be safe now.”

      We convinced Bernie to go to the hospital, but before he left he ordered the three of us to spend the entire morning on the computer working on the Blonde Hooker case, breaking down the various components of the crimes. We typed them into the NYSPIN system, trying to put together a broad list of possible suspects.

      Between the solicitation and murders of Mary Lynn MacArthur, Denise Giantonni, and Nelly Linquist, our killer could’ve had priors for anything from credit card fraud, robbery, and possession of narcotics to abduction, assaulting prostitutes, and post-mortem mutilation. Bernie told us to focus broadly on those who had been convicted or even faced accusations of attacking women. The fact that our killer hadn’t sexually violated any of his victims made it difficult for sex crimes to place him.