They say that in the film business you get to go to all sorts of places and meet all sorts of people. This is true, because I got to meet Donald Harvey.
Donald Harvey’s killing spree came to an end in 1987. It was a fluke, one of those dumbass coincidences that all too often seem to do the job DNA testing and black-lights can’t.
Donald had poured cyanide into the feeding tube of a near-comatose patient who’d suffered massive brain injuries in a motorcycle accident. Ohio law dictates that anyone dying as a result of a traffic accident requires an autopsy.