This week, Murder, My Dude heads to the Big Apple to ring in the new year. We’re not talking about the ultra-glitzy modern-day Times Square, but instead the more rough-and-tumble Times Square of the 1970s and 80s, where “street performers” trafficked in something far more salacious than knockoff Marvel and Sesame Street costumes.

This was the New York of Richard Cottingham. The depths of Cottingham’s savagery is only now beginning to be understood, and this week, we explore his story.

BUT FIRST! This Week In Murder explores a delivery gone horribly wrong and a serial killer we’ve covered being set free.

And then we end the year with one last Who Died The Worst for 2022!