From the side angle of his most recent mugshot, Harvey the Hammer still looks like the murderer he is. Flat of nose, shaven headed, protruding chin on his jowly, hanging face, this now old man still retains the features of a childhood nightmare.
But from front on, we see his eyes. They are overhung by flabby eyebrows, and sitting deep inside their sockets, seem dark and broody. There is a half-smile on his face. Not a smirk, not a smile of smugness, but a smile of acquiescence. The face lacks symmetry. One eye sits higher than the other, the nose is twisted to one side, no doubt the result of one or more of the many fracas that have littered his life. The lines dripping from his nose are of different lengths, the wobbling flesh they hold back a dull, dusky pink.
But it is the eyes which call you. Another of the monikers attached to this vicious rapist and killer is the 'Want Ad Murderer', because he would sometimes find his victims through ads placed in the local press. They are eyes full of want. Not desire, note, but need. From this front on view Harvey Carignan changes. He is the cuddly great grandfather who would envelope our kids in hugs and slobbery kisses. He is the man who knows he has little time left and is scared by that thought. Maybe even a man with regrets. We might feel for him. Almost...Until you find out what he did...
