By Jay Robert Nash. I'm not sure what turned me onto true crime, but the presence of this hardcover at eye level in the den growing up was not irrelevant. Kinda dated; kinda not great writing; still a stone classic.
This copy looks like the one my parents had, namely that it's been very handy and well loved for at least one household. The dust jacket is...going for a peekaboo look? It's in bad shape, is my point; check the pics. But the jacket did its job, as the book itself is A-okay, square and tight; there's page toning, for sure, but if what you want is to go back to summer days at your grandma's house, reading the Albert Fish entry aloud to scandalize your little brother and drinking Crystal Light? This will absolutely get 'er done.
(Want me to go ahead and recycle the jacket for you? Can do, just leave me a note at checkout.)