“Riveting. . . reads like a novel. . . . A worthy sequel to The Perfect Storm .” —New York Times Book Review In the most intriguing and original crime story since In Cold Blood , New York Times bestselling author Sebastian Junger examines the fatal collision of three lives during the infamous Boston Strangler serial murder case In the spring of 1963, the quiet suburb of Belmont, Massachusetts, is rocked by a shocking murder that fits the pattern of the infamous Boston Strangler, still at large. Hoping for a break in the case, the police arrest Roy Smith, a Black ex-con whom the victim hired to clean her house. Smith is hastily convicted of the murder, but the Strangler's terror continues. And through it all, one man escapes the scrutiny of the police: a carpenter working at the time at the Belmont home of young Sebastian Junger and his parents—a man named Albert. A tale of race and justice, murder and memory, this powerful true story is sure to rank besides such classics as Helter Skelter , and The Executioner’s Song . “Junger’s clear, beautifully reasonable writing is the literary equivalent of night-vision goggles....He’s navigating a maze of shadows, and you can see all the more clearly what an enormously skillful prose artist he is....Junger entrances the reader by picking out small details that give the events he’s describing an enthralling vividness and resonance and clarity." - Time magazine “[I] couldn’t put it down for four hours—and then did so only because [my] flight had landed.” - Newsweek “Riveting...reads like a novel. Its narrative line is crisp....a worthy sequel to THE PERFECT STORM.” - New York Times Book Review “[Junger’s] a hell of a storyteller.” - Entertainment Weekly “Junger has done a remarkable job in recreating the story of the damaged little boy who became a serial killer, and those whose lives he changed....Reading Junger, one cannot help being reminded of Truman Capote’s brilliant reconstruction of another brutal slaying, In Cold Blood , and noting that he stands the test of comparison.” - Daily Mail (London) “Dramatic and compelling.” - Boston magazine “Best-selling author Junger gives us a fresh look at the Boston Strangler crime story by examining his own family lore....Junger has written a well-documented page-turner that leaves us wanting more.... Highly recommended." - Library Journal “A meticulously researched evocation of a time of terror, wrapped around a chilling, personal footnote.” - Kirkus Reviews “As Junger showed in his bestselling The Perfect Storm , he’s a hell of a storyteller. . . . This perplexing story gains an extra degree of creepiness from Junger’s personal connection to it.” - Publishers Weekly (starred review) In the spring of 1963, the quiet suburb of Belmont, Massachusetts, is rocked by a shocking murder that fits the pattern of the infamous Boston Strangler, still at large. Hoping for a break in the case, the police arrest Roy Smith, a black ex-con whom the victim hired to clean her house. Smith is hastily convicted of the murder, but the Strangler's terror continues. And through it all, one man escapes the scrutiny of the police: a carpenter working at the time at the Belmont home of young Sebastian Junger and his parents—a man named Albert From the acclaimed author of A Perfect Storm comes a powerful chronicle of three lives that collide in the vortex of one of America's most controversial serial murder cases. SEBASTIAN JUNGER  is the  New York Times  bestselling author of  Tribe ,  War ,  Freedom ,  A Death in Belmont ,  Fire , and  The Perfect Storm , and co-director of the documentary film  Restrepo , which was nominated for an Academy Award. He is also the winner of a Peabody Award and the National Magazine Award for Reporting. A Death in Belmont By Sebastian Junger Harper Perennial Copyright © 2007 Sebastian Junger All right reserved. ISBN: 9780060742690 Chapter One One morning in the fall of 1962, when I was not yet one year old, my mother, Ellen, looked out the window and saw two men in our front yard. One was in his thirties and the other was at least twice that, and they were both dressed in work clothes and seemed very interested in the place where we lived. My mother picked me up and walked outside to see what they wanted. They turned out to be carpenters who had stopped to look at our house because one of them -- the older man -- had built it. He said his name was Floyd Wiggins and that twenty years earlier he'd built our house in sections up in Maine and then brought them down by truck. He said he assembled it on-site in a single day. We lived in a placid little suburb of Boston called Belmont, and my parents had always thought that our house looked a little out of place. It had an offset salt-box roof and blue clapboard siding and stingy little sash windows that were good for conserving heat. Now it made sense: The house had been built by an old Maine carpenter who must have designed it af