Richard Kuklinski liked watching them die. Seeing the light in their eyes go out. He enjoyed knowing that the last thing they saw before dying was his face, looking down on them, wearing a big shit-eating grin. He really enjoyed these trips to Manhattan. Plenty of practice in different ways of killing people. He enjoyed the exercise too. To him, this was all the exercise he needed. Killing people and dumping their bodies off a bridge or slicing their guts open with his knife - to prevent any body gases from building up, so if they were dumped in a body of water they would be sure to sink instead of floating to the surface - and watching them die a slow, excruciating death. He was slowly but surely perfecting his craft. He was only nineteen years old. His reign of terror in within the New Jersey organized crime underworld would last for over two decades before he was put behind bars, but not before he left behind a legacy of murder and mayhem unlike anything the authorities had ever seen. In COLD AS ICE, author David Boyer digs deep into the life - and mind - of one of America’s most famous yet feared contract killers, a man so cold and unfeeling toward his victims he was nicknamed The Iceman.
