The Secrets of Red Hook
I begin writing this blog with the hopes that you will understand what took place in Red Hook during the dark and depressing months of winter. It was in those dimly lit streets that I found myself wandering, replaying the events that had unfolded before me. And so it begins… ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I lifted the handle of the brass knocker and just as I was about to knock, the door swung open. Standing in the shadowed doorway was a man by the name of Robert Suydam. “Who goes there?” “My name is Detective Thomas F. Malone, may I come inside?” I could feel the hesitation as he stood there, but after a minute of contemplation, he let me in. He led me down a narrow hallway where we stopped in a room lit with candles and books lining the walls. I felt as if his eyes watched my every move as I sat down. “What can I do for you?” Suydam asked, fidgeting with his hands nervously. “I am askin...