A five-gallon plastic pail had a couple of penises. One, he had a black penis. When he started saving the penises, he didn’t save a white one. So the one penis we found, he had bought foundation, like the one women use for their zits, they put that on when I was doing the CNN thing, and he made it a white penis. It’s very strange. So once we got him downtown, let’s not forget, he already had gotten the shit beat out of him by the cops, so I was kind of the nice guy. I take the handcuffs off and told him to sit, “Would you like a cigarette? Let me get you a cup of coffee. Do you want a bologna sandwich?” You know, usually a homicide confession takes about two or three hours before they start to crap out. And during those two hours or three hours, we talked about everything. About religion, about God, about drinking, about drugs, about sex and finally I think I said to him, would you sign this release, because we’re going to be searching your apartment. And he was like, “What? You’re searching my apartment?” And I said, “Of course, we’re going to go through it.” And then he went through a period, when he was kind of freaking out. He started to kind of cry, and he started to say, “Oh, what is my family going to think” and “just kill me Pat!” How he had planned to kill himself if he ever got caught by shooting acid into his veins. I kept saying, “C’mon, Jeff, whatever you did, it can’t be that bad.” And he finally said, “If I tell you what I did, you’ll hate me,” I said, “C’mon, Jeff, I’m a homicide detective, what could you have done. I mean it’s usual to see a head.” Then he finally says, “Ok, if I’m going to tell you, I might as well start from the beginning. Then he told me about when he was 18 years old, in Ohio, the first kid he killed there. Then he talked about going to Ohio State and getting kicked out, going to the army and getting kicked out, getting kicked out of his mom and dad’s house and then moving up to Milwaukee to grandma’s house where he started killing again. He talked about three or four dead people and I thought, 'He’s a liar!' He wasn’t even telling me about the head. He was telling me about shit that happened years ago, murder. So when he said he killed four or five people, I thought he was bullshitting. So he was out of coffee, I went to take a break, getting some cigarettes for him and as I was coming back, the lieutenant came by and said, “Hey, is he talking yet or not?” And I said, “Yeah, but I don’t think he’s going to help us. He’s full of shit. He’s trying to tell me he’s killed like four or five people and he hasn’t even told me about the head.” The lieutenant’s eyes get real big and he tells me, “No, your partner just called, they found like 11 skulls, and body parts. I said, “What?” He goes, “No Pat, he’s not bullshitting you.” So I went back in with a whole new attitude, I took my pen out.