"He was my best friend. He used to take me everywhere with him. Sometimes we'd go for long trips up in New York somewhere even stay overnight sometimes."
The twelve-year-old was eager to answer the police investigator's questions. "If we went anywhere and I wandered off, he'd tell me about this kid, Jimmy something that got kidnapped and killed. He told me it took about a month before they found the kid and when they did, he said he was hung and then stabbed because he wasn't dead enough."
"Sometimes he would act like a kid, sometimes like an adult. If he had one of his headaches he'd get angry real quick, and then go to his room to lie down."
The detectives listened to the details the boy recounted about his 'best friend', the monster they had arrested and who had confessed to killing two children.
"Every time he told me the story about Jimmy, he would say, 'better watch out, I won't always be around to protect you' and I'd get so scared I didn't want to leave his side."
The boy's mother interjected, "It's startling to be in a position to hear your son tell you facts about a dead kid you never knew, some facts that were never in print. It's very scary."
The boy continued, "Even my mom was happy he was around. He used to teach me all kinds of neat stuff. Some stuff I wasn't supposed to tell anyone, like about the pot he grew in his room, but he showed me how to do it."
Seasoned detectives were in disbelief as they listened to each revelation the boy delivered about the killer occupying a cell at the Police Station.
"I think the best day of my life was when he moved into the apartment upstairs." The excitement quickly diminished; the young boy's eyes cast downward as he spoke in a barely audible tone, "and the worse day of my life was when I came home from school and found out that my best friend, my very best friend, was a child killer."