Experience: I had a date with a serial killer

I recognised the man on the TV just as the news anchor was explaining that he’d been arrested on multiple counts of murderWe met in the autumn of 1990, at the closing night of The Classical Joint, a fabled Vancouver cafe. I was an aspiring freelance journalist, there for the first time, hoping that a story about the place might inspire an editor to buy my first article.He was circling the room, taking photos with an expensive camera. A short, bandy man with ginger hair, he was clearly well