{"id":132281,"date":"2024-12-01T23:37:45","date_gmt":"2024-12-01T16:37:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hotvideos24.online\/?p=132281"},"modified":"2024-12-01T23:37:45","modified_gmt":"2024-12-01T16:37:45","slug":"solving-a-50-year-old-murder-case-in-new-york","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hotvideos24.online\/?p=132281","title":{"rendered":"Solving a 50-Year-Old Murder Case in New York"},"content":{"rendered":"<p> <script async src=\"https:\/\/pagead2.googlesyndication.com\/pagead\/js\/adsbygoogle.js?client=ca-pub-3711241968723425\"\r\n     crossorigin=\"anonymous\"><\/script>\r\n<ins class=\"adsbygoogle\"\r\n     style=\"display:block\"\r\n     data-ad-format=\"fluid\"\r\n     data-ad-layout-key=\"-fb+5w+4e-db+86\"\r\n     data-ad-client=\"ca-pub-3711241968723425\"\r\n     data-ad-slot=\"7910942971\"><\/ins>\r\n<script>\r\n     (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});\r\n<\/script><br \/>\n<\/p>\n<div>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\t<span class=\"a-style-intro lrv-a-floated-left lrv-u-display-inline-block lrv-u-margin-r-050 u-margin-b-n025\"><br \/>\n\t\t\t<span class=\"a-font-theme-primary lrv-u-align-items-center lrv-u-flex lrv-u-height-100p lrv-u-justify-content-center lrv-u-width-100p u-font-size-150 u-font-size-104@mobile-max u-line-height-124 u-line-height-94@mobile-max\">I<\/span><br \/>\n\t\t<\/span>t\u2019s a hot summer night in 1969, and for those of a certain age \u2014 young enough to turn on, tune in, drop out \u2014 Steve Paul\u2019s the Scene is your place. As a spectator, a musician, a hanger-on. A place where the music comes first, even if you do end up scoring dope or going home with somebody.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tThe line to get in stretches all the way down West 46th Street and around the corner to Eighth Avenue. It\u2019s a long walk down rickety steps to a dark, crowded, cavernous basement that\u2019s more like a maze. There\u2019s Steve Paul, not yet 30, tall and striking, with a mop of dark hair and attired entirely in blue, doing his usual insult shtick to weed out the chaff \u2014and anyone he hasn\u2019t insulted is clearly somebody.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tLike <a href=\"https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com\/music\/music-lists\/linda-mccartneys-photographs-38003\/\">Linda Eastman<\/a>, Paul McCartney\u2019s lady, the one who takes all the pictures. Or <a href=\"https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com\/music\/music-news\/jimi-hendrix-on-early-influences-axis-and-more-203924\/\">Jimi Hendrix<\/a>, ready for another jam session lasting until at least 3 a.m. Or that record exec \u2014 Ahmet Ertegun or Clive Davis, maybe \u2014 ready to sign up the hot new band that has only played here. Or <a href=\"https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com\/music\/music-news\/the-lion-in-johnny-winter-a-tribute-to-the-guitar-icon-242043\/\">Johnny Winter<\/a>, honing his blues act with his long mane of white-blond hair, or Jim Morrison, lighting everyone on fire, including himself.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tEveryone is ready to party, shimmy on the dance floor, take a hit, then another, and make out (or more). But what the audience doesn\u2019t see is the tension on Steve Paul\u2019s face, wondering if he\u2019s going to get shaken down so badly the price will be his life. Or the sadness of knowing that all parties have to end, almost always by someone else\u2019s decree.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tThe party would end for someone else, too, a terrible secret that same basement harbored for more than three decades. She was first known as Midtown Jane Doe, when her remains were found in 2003. Twenty-one years later, in April 2024, the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com\/t\/new-york-city\/\" id=\"auto-tag_new-york-city\" data-tag=\"new-york-city\">New York City<\/a> Police Department announced her true identity: <a href=\"https:\/\/www.usatoday.com\/story\/news\/nation\/2024\/04\/30\/patricia-kathleen-mcglone-midtown-jane-doe-cold-case\/73515200007\/\" rel=\"nofollow noopener\" target=\"_blank\">Patricia Kathleen McGlone<\/a>. Only 16, her life thrown away, strangled, wrapped in a rug, and buried in cement.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tShe was never supposed to be discovered. She was never supposed to be known. Even tracking down a picture of her has proven elusive. So many of the people in Patricia\u2019s life, like her mother and father, her con-man half brother, and a much-older husband who is the key \u201cperson of interest\u201d in her death, were awfully adept at disappearing before their secrets and lies could be revealed.<\/p>\n<section class=\"brands-most-popular \/\/ editors-pick-module lrv-u-margin-tb-2 lrv-u-border-a-2 u-box-shadow-5-5 lrv-u-padding-lr-1 a-span1 u-padding-b-1@tablet u-overflow-hidden\">\n<h2 id=\"section-heading\" class=\"c-heading larva  lrv-u-text-align-center u-border-color-black a-font-theme-primary-xxs lrv-u-color-black lrv-u-text-transform-uppercase u-letter-spacing-0063 lrv-u-padding-t-050 u-padding-b-0375@tablet lrv-u-padding-b-050@mobile-max lrv-u-border-b-2\">\n<p>\t\tEditor\u2019s picks<\/p>\n<\/h2>\n<\/section>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tFor decades, Patricia McGlone was a cipher, a ghost. Now, her story can finally begin to be told. Her life and death are intertwined with the story of New York and its music scene in the 1960s \u2014 full of rising stars and wannabe mobsters jostling for prime position \u2014 and with the way things used to be done, until they weren\u2019t.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tA \u201cbone case\u201d: That\u2019s what law enforcement calls cases where the remains are skeletal, years interred, evidence eroded or disappeared altogether with the passage of time. The remains of the girl soon nicknamed Midtown Jane Doe certainly qualified.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tThe building where she was found, 301 W. 46th St., had few tenants left in February 2003, stubbornly clinging to apartments that had housed sex workers, drug addicts, and others just trying to get by. The storefront had changed several times since the Scene closed, housing a pornographic-video shop, a dive bar, and now, a restaurant, which intended to turn the basement into a walk-in freezer.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tDemolition was the building\u2019s endgame. (Its replacement, the Riu Hotel, wouldn\u2019t be finished until 2016.) On Feb. 10, 2003, construction workers noticed a raised concrete slab behind an aging coal furnace in the basement. Six feet wide, five feet long, and a foot high. It seemed out of place. One of the workers took out a sledgehammer and smashed it.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tA skull rolled out.<\/p>\n<section class=\"brands-most-popular \/\/ recirculation-modules lrv-u-margin-tb-2 lrv-u-border-a-2 u-box-shadow-5-5 lrv-u-padding-lr-1 a-span1 u-padding-b-1@tablet u-overflow-hidden\">\n<h2 id=\"section-heading\" class=\"c-heading larva  lrv-u-text-align-center u-border-color-black a-font-theme-primary-xxs lrv-u-color-black lrv-u-text-transform-uppercase u-letter-spacing-0063 lrv-u-padding-t-050 u-padding-b-0375@tablet lrv-u-padding-b-050@mobile-max lrv-u-border-b-2\">\n<p>\t\tRelated Content<\/p>\n<\/h2>\n<\/section>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tThe arriving cops quickly deduced there\u2019d been a crime. The slab revealed so much awfulness, later confirmed through forensic anthropology: the bones of a girl, lying in the fetal position, hands and feet bound together by an extension cord also wrapped around her neck. She\u2019d been bundled up in a rust-colored rug, and at some point, cement was poured on top of her. The girl wore a size 32A bra, clear pantyhose, and a glittery frock. They recovered a ring with the initials \u201cP Mc G,\u201d a Bulova watch issued in 1966, a dime dated 1969, and a plastic toy soldier. And there was DNA from an unknown source \u2014 possibly a white male \u2014 from a hair found in the rug.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tThere was so much evidence \u2014 unusual for decades-old remains \u2014 and yet identifying Midtown Jane Doe stumped the NYPD. They knew she was between 16 and 21 years old, standing between four feet 10 and five feet four. She came from a middle-class family, the cops surmised, because she\u2019d had significant dental work done, though there was more recent tooth decay.<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"pullquote larva \/\/ lrv-a-font-theme-primary lrv-u-border-b-2 lrv-u-border-t-2 lrv-u-margin-a-00 lrv-u-text-align-center u-font-size-60 u-line-height-56 u-padding-b-175 u-padding-t-175 u-padding-lr-2@tablet lrv-a-font-secondary-xxl   \"><p>\n\t<!-- disable-pmc_link_tags_to_related_posts-starts --><\/p>\n<p>For decades, Patricia McGlone was a cipher, a ghost. Now, the story of her life can finally begin to be told.<\/p>\n<p><!-- disable-pmc_link_tags_to_related_posts-ends --><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tBut other clues shifted the time window on the body\u2019s placement. A bag of rat poison found in the slab was initially believed to have been manufactured in 1979. A clothing label from the International Garment Workers Union, which didn\u2019t appear to exist before 1988. If the girl hadn\u2019t died in the 1960s, then she must have been born later. So when detectives searched for potential missing persons, they began with the birth year of 1958 \u2014 five years too late.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tThe NYPD was also thrown off by additional testing that seemed to indicate the girl was of Irish descent, but likely from the Midwest \u2014 and, perhaps, part of the \u201cMinnesota Strip,\u201d the area of Hell\u2019s Kitchen where sex workers congregated between the 1960s and early 1990s that earned its nickname from the urban myth of young Midwestern women being deliberately trafficked there. \u201cAt this point, we believe she was a young, middle-class woman who probably hopped on a bus to New York full of dreams, but who ended up on the streets,\u201d then-lead <a href=\"https:\/\/nypost.com\/2003\/12\/21\/stumped-by-tomb-mystery-cops-chase-decades-old-clues-in-probe-of-gruesome-jane-doe-slay\/\" rel=\"nofollow noopener\" target=\"_blank\">Detective Gerard Gardiner told the <em>New York Post<\/em><\/a> four days before Christmas 2003.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tIt would take another two decades for the NYPD to learn that the girl had been born and raised in Brooklyn, and that the watch, dime, and toy soldier were the most significant clues. Some of the delay owed to the red herrings, still not entirely explained, but due, perhaps, to construction work in the 1970s and 1980s. A lot had to do with the condition of the bones, which were too degraded to extract enough DNA for testing at that point.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tAs time went on, tests grew more sophisticated. With more than 1,250 cold cases in the New York City area, most from the 1980s and 1990s involving decades-old human remains, every new identification bolstered the chances Midtown Jane Doe could be next. Even then, given the minuscule amount of DNA, it took several tries and a lot of luck \u2014 but eventually there was a meaningful result, thanks to the work of Astrea Forensics in California. \u201cThey probably spent the better part of a year working on it,\u201d says Bradley Adams, head of forensic anthropology at New York City\u2019s Office of Chief Medical Examiner. \u201cThey wouldn\u2019t take no for an answer. And shockingly, they ended up with a profile.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tAn actual profile meant the cold case had become hot again. Gardiner had long since retired, and after cycling through several other detectives, the case was now being investigated by Ryan Glas, a Bronx-based detective who joined the cold-case unit in 2021 and was assigned Midtown Jane Doe a year later.<\/p>\n<div class=\"post-content-image \/\/  \">\n<figure class=\"o-figure   size-large alignnone lrv-u-max-width-100p\" style=\"width:1024px\">\n<div class=\"c-lazy-image  lrv-u-border-a-2\">\n<div class=\"lrv-a-crop-16x9\" style=\"padding-bottom:calc((688\/1024)*100%);\">\n<p>\t\t\t\t\t\t<img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"c-lazy-image__img lrv-u-background-color-grey-lightest lrv-u-width-100p lrv-u-display-block lrv-u-height-auto\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/11\/SCENE-5-1.jpg?w=1024\" alt=\"\" srcset=\"\" data-lazy-sizes=\"\" height=\"688\" width=\"1024\" decoding=\"async\"\/><\/p><\/div>\n<\/p><\/div><figcaption class=\"c-figcaption  lrv-u-flex lrv-u-flex-direction-column lrv-u-align-items-center\">\n<p>\t\t\t\t\t<span class=\"u-border-color-black u-border-lr-2 lrv-u-padding-tb-025 lrv-u-padding-lr-075 lrv-u-border-b-2 lrv-u-width-100p lrv-u-text-align-center a-font-basic-secondary-s\">The skull found in the basement of 301 W. 46th St.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tIn March 2023, the unit ran Midtown Jane Doe\u2019s DNA profile through CODIS, the national DNA database maintained by the FBI, without success. The next step was to try its luck with investigative genetic genealogy, the technique that made headlines in 2018 when used to identify the Golden State Killer, effectively changing the game with respect to unsolved murders.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tGenetic genealogy had been around for years, used to trace family-tree connections or find lost or adopted relatives. But its application in criminal investigations turbocharged the profession, with star genealogists like CeCe Moore (seen on<a href=\"https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com\/music\/music-news\/the-lion-in-johnny-winter-a-tribute-to-the-guitar-icon-242043\/\"> <em>Finding Your Roots<\/em><\/a>), Colleen Fitzpatrick and Margaret Press (founders of the DNA Doe Project), and labs like Parabon Nanolabs in Virginia and Othram in Texas. More than 650 cold cases have been solved through their efforts so far.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tDNA from unidentified victims or perpetrators could be uploaded into public databases like FamilyTreeDNA and GEDmatch \u2014 the one that caught the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com\/culture\/culture-features\/golden-state-killer-rancho-cordova-legacy-808164\/\">Golden State Killer<\/a> \u2014 and generate a list of probable relatives. Ideally, the DNA similarities could be close enough to discover a child, parent, or sibling. Finding a first cousin was also a great result. Most often, the possible matches were more distant, third or fourth cousins, and a full family tree would have to be built to figure out whom the uploaded DNA profile belonged to.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tThat was the task for Linda Doyle, a veteran genetic genealogist who joined the NYPD on contract in June 2022 and would become one of the first-ever full-time staff genealogists for any police department the following year. Doyle, tall with ash-blond hair, turned to genealogy after working as a tour manager for musicians like Lights and Mandy Moore: \u201cProblem-solving is the thread that has connected all my careers,\u201d she tells me. She often works on many cases at a time, and the enthusiasm and excitement she expresses as she describes her work is palpable. But when she tells me about Midtown Jane Doe, it\u2019s clear from the catch in her voice and the rise in pitch that this case was different. Surely, someone must be looking for her?<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tDoyle found promising news from studying the public DNA-database results. There was a first-cousin match on the paternal line, and a first cousin once removed on the maternal line. \u201cSo we knew there would be an intersection of these two genetic networks coming together with a union that produced the child,\u201d she explains. She scoured public records, old newspaper articles, obituaries, and court documents. And the only name that seemed to intersect both of these family trees was a girl named Patricia McGlone.<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"pullquote larva \/\/ lrv-a-font-theme-primary lrv-u-border-b-2 lrv-u-border-t-2 lrv-u-margin-a-00 lrv-u-text-align-center u-font-size-60 u-line-height-56 u-padding-b-175 u-padding-t-175 u-padding-lr-2@tablet lrv-a-font-secondary-xxl   \"><p>\n\t<!-- disable-pmc_link_tags_to_related_posts-starts --><\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe lab wouldn\u2019t take no for an answer. And shockingly, they ended up with a profile.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><cite>Bradley Adams, head of forensic anthropology at New York City\u2019s <br \/>Office of Chief Medical Examiner<\/cite><!-- disable-pmc_link_tags_to_related_posts-ends --><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tDoyle discovered the name in an obituary for a man named Bernard McGlone. She thought of the ring found with the remains. \u201cIt was a really great clue,\u201d she says. More digging by Doyle and Glas unearthed guardianship papers in a Brooklyn court, a marriage record in Virginia, and birth, baptismal, and confirmation records for Patricia. All signs pointed to an identification.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tBut investigative genetic genealogy can never confirm a person\u2019s identity. It\u2019s viewed as a presumptive lead that requires additional verification to stand up in court. Midtown Jane Doe would have to be matched to a relative through mitochondrial DNA, which is passed down from the maternal line.<\/p>\n<div class=\"post-content-image \/\/  \">\n<figure class=\"o-figure   size-large alignnone lrv-u-max-width-100p\" style=\"width:819px\">\n<div class=\"c-lazy-image  lrv-u-border-a-2\">\n<div class=\"lrv-a-crop-16x9\" style=\"padding-bottom:calc((1024\/819)*100%);\">\n<p>\t\t\t\t\t\t<img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"c-lazy-image__img lrv-u-background-color-grey-lightest lrv-u-width-100p lrv-u-display-block lrv-u-height-auto\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/11\/Manhattan-NY-Jane-Doe-1107110.jpg?w=819\" alt=\"\" srcset=\"\" data-lazy-sizes=\"\" height=\"1024\" width=\"819\" decoding=\"async\"\/><\/p><\/div>\n<\/p><\/div><figcaption class=\"c-figcaption  lrv-u-flex lrv-u-flex-direction-column lrv-u-align-items-center\">\n<p>\t\t\t\t\t<span class=\"u-border-color-black u-border-lr-2 lrv-u-padding-tb-025 lrv-u-padding-lr-075 lrv-u-border-b-2 lrv-u-width-100p lrv-u-text-align-center a-font-basic-secondary-s\">A rendition of Midtown Jane Doe, based on the forensics. No picture of Patricia McGlone is known to exist. <\/span><\/p>\n<p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<cite class=\"lrv-u-text-transform-uppercase lrv-a-font-body-xs lrv-u-margin-t-050 lrv-u-text-align-center\">National Center for Missing and Exploited Children<\/cite><\/p>\n<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tDoyle and her team looked again at the maternal first cousin once removed. She turned out to be the mother of a victim in the Sept. 11 attacks, and had submitted DNA for identification purposes. That DNA profile was still on file, and it matched. Midtown Jane Doe was Patricia Kathleen McGlone.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tHer identification was announced in April 2024, six months after Doyle joined the NYPD full time. But far too many questions remained. How did Patricia end up in the basement of Steve Paul\u2019s club, and why?<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tThere were rock-music clubs all around New York City in the 1960s: Ungano\u2019s on the Upper West Side, the Cheetah Club farther down Broadway, Fillmore East on Second Avenue. But none quite produced the same sense of nostalgia as Steve Paul\u2019s the Scene. \u201cPeople were always being seen at the Scene,\u201d says Lucy Sante, author of the essential New York history <em>Low Life,<\/em> who\u2019s currently working on a book about the city in the 1960s. \u201cIt was a kind of music-industry hangout. You\u2019ve got all these record-company executives, music-publishing people, and musicians.\u201d It was an industry bar, but \u201cit was also a hip bar,\u201d Sante adds. \u201cIt\u2019s got this cachet of being the bar of its time for a certain contingent.\u201d<\/p>\n<div class=\"post-content-image \/\/  \">\n<figure class=\"o-figure   size-large alignnone lrv-u-max-width-100p\" style=\"width:685px\">\n<div class=\"c-lazy-image  lrv-u-border-a-2\">\n<div class=\"lrv-a-crop-16x9\" style=\"padding-bottom:calc((1024\/685)*100%);\">\n<p>\t\t\t\t\t\t<img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"c-lazy-image__img lrv-u-background-color-grey-lightest lrv-u-width-100p lrv-u-display-block lrv-u-height-auto\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/11\/h_16262825.jpg?w=685\" alt=\"\" srcset=\"\" data-lazy-sizes=\"\" height=\"1024\" width=\"685\" decoding=\"async\"\/><\/p><\/div>\n<\/p><\/div><figcaption class=\"c-figcaption  lrv-u-flex lrv-u-flex-direction-column lrv-u-align-items-center\">\n<p>\t\t\t\t\t<span class=\"u-border-color-black u-border-lr-2 lrv-u-padding-tb-025 lrv-u-padding-lr-075 lrv-u-border-b-2 lrv-u-width-100p lrv-u-text-align-center a-font-basic-secondary-s\">Steve Paul, 23, owner of The Scene, in May 1965.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<cite class=\"lrv-u-text-transform-uppercase lrv-a-font-body-xs lrv-u-margin-t-050 lrv-u-text-align-center\">Don Hogan Charles\/The New York Times\/Redux<\/cite><\/p>\n<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tPaul had already cycled through several lives by the time he opened the Scene in 1965, at just 24 years old. Born and raised in Dobbs Ferry, 45 minutes north of Manhattan, Paul moved to the city when the ink on his high school graduation certificate was barely dry. He had a dream of owning a club like the ones that had long fascinated him on television: \u201cI\u2019d create me a world of reality within the world of reality. Make your dreams come true,\u201d Paul said in 1967.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tWhile still in his teens, he did public relations for the Peppermint Lounge \u2014 where the Twist became a craze \u2014 saving up money for his dream palace. He found it in Hell\u2019s Kitchen, a rough neighborhood in transition, which had been staunchly controlled by an Irish-mob faction run by Mickey Spillane \u2014 the gangster, not the pulp novelist \u2014 whose grip had begun to slacken as young upstarts began to assert themselves.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tPaul alighted on the basement of 301 W. 46th St., which housed a speakeasy called the Cave of the Fallen Angels during Prohibition. Its 5,000 square feet, with irregularly placed brick walls and passageways, was a true labyrinth, designed for getting lost, hiding out, or both. It was perfect.<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"pullquote larva \/\/ lrv-a-font-theme-primary lrv-u-border-b-2 lrv-u-border-t-2 lrv-u-margin-a-00 lrv-u-text-align-center u-font-size-60 u-line-height-56 u-padding-b-175 u-padding-t-175 u-padding-lr-2@tablet lrv-a-font-secondary-xxl   \"><p>\n\t<!-- disable-pmc_link_tags_to_related_posts-starts --><\/p>\n<p>\u201cWe\u2019ll try and make it last, but it won\u2019t. Nothing great lasts.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><cite>Steve Paul on the Scene in 1967<\/cite><!-- disable-pmc_link_tags_to_related_posts-ends --><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tThe Scene, Paul would later say, was supposed to be \u201ca common denominator for the fusion between music, musicians, people who like music, and people who are music in their very being.\u201d And in the early years in particular, the club did just that, bringing together the likes of <a href=\"https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com\/culture\/culture-news\/andy-warhol-1928-1987-104104\/4\/\">Andy Warhol and the Factory <\/a>(who shot a film there), Tennessee Williams, Sammy Davis Jr., Richard Pryor, Liza Minelli, and \u201cswarms of jet-setters, Broadway dancers, motorcycle riders, and Manhattan\u2019s moneyed elite,\u201d per a 1967 profile by the rock magazine <em>Hullabaloo.<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tLeonard Bernstein showed up one night, walking to the edge of the dance floor to check out the masses. When a <em>Newsday<\/em> reporter went up to ask the famed composer and conductor what he thought of the nightclub, Bernstein paused, looking out at the dance floor and then back, grinning. \u201cYou don\u2019t think in this place,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tFor the next couple of years, the Scene hosted bands on the verge of intense fame. The Velvet Underground did multiple shows there. So did the Lovin\u2019 Spoonful and the Rascals. Paul became so connected with new talent that, for a spell, he even hosted television specials, one memorably showcasing Aretha Franklin as \u201cRespect\u201d was climbing the charts. There was also room for novelty, what with Tiny Tim of \u201cTiptoe Through the Tulips\u201d fame opening many a night, when it wasn\u2019t a karate show by the martial artist who also doubled as the club\u2019s bouncer.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tBut the bubble soon burst. The lines got shorter, the crowds thinner, and by early 1967, the Scene was in serious trouble. \u201cWe owed $90,000,\u201d Paul told <em>Hullabaloo.<\/em> \u201cWe weren\u2019t even doing business on Saturdays. You know where that\u2019s at. Real nowhere is the address.\u201d It took a bailout from a group of artists including Allen Ginsberg and a change in focus: From now on, the Scene would concentrate almost exclusively on rock music.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tThe club\u2019s second life gave it a necessary jolt. The Doors had a residency there throughout June 1967, their earthy energy attracting an in-the-know audience ready to spread the gospel of Morrison and his bandmates. (\u201cI like to hang around Steve Paul and listen to him rap,\u201d Morrison once said of the Scene. \u201cHe\u2019s funny.\u201d) Audiences thrilled to sneak-preview boldfaced names, before they were names, like Van Morrison,<a href=\"https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com\/music\/music-features\/stevie-nicks-fleetwood-mac-kamala-harris-new-music-1235140437\/\"> Fleetwood Mac<\/a>, Pink Floyd, and Three Dog Night. Some, like Hendrix, would return often after they became living legends: \u201c[The Scene] was like a mini-forum model for every arena he would ever play,\u201d Hendrix\u2019s biographer, David Henderson, wrote in <em>Scuse Me While I Kiss the Sky.<\/em> \u201cThe shouting stark frenzy of the close room is what he brought with him to every stage around the world.\u201d<\/p>\n<div class=\"post-content-image \/\/  \">\n<figure class=\"o-figure   size-large alignnone lrv-u-max-width-100p\" style=\"width:1024px\">\n<div class=\"c-lazy-image  lrv-u-border-a-2\">\n<div class=\"lrv-a-crop-16x9\" style=\"padding-bottom:calc((672\/1024)*100%);\">\n<p>\t\t\t\t\t\t<img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"c-lazy-image__img lrv-u-background-color-grey-lightest lrv-u-width-100p lrv-u-display-block lrv-u-height-auto\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/11\/GettyImages-154682616.jpg?w=1024\" alt=\"\" srcset=\"\" data-lazy-sizes=\"\" height=\"672\" width=\"1024\" decoding=\"async\"\/><\/p><\/div>\n<\/p><\/div><figcaption class=\"c-figcaption  lrv-u-flex lrv-u-flex-direction-column lrv-u-align-items-center\">\n<p>\t\t\t\t\t<span class=\"u-border-color-black u-border-lr-2 lrv-u-padding-tb-025 lrv-u-padding-lr-075 lrv-u-border-b-2 lrv-u-width-100p lrv-u-text-align-center a-font-basic-secondary-s\">The Doors perform at Steve Paul\u2019s The Scene nightclub on June 27, 1967.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<cite class=\"lrv-u-text-transform-uppercase lrv-a-font-body-xs lrv-u-margin-t-050 lrv-u-text-align-center\">Don Paulsen\/Michael Ochs Archives\/Getty Images<\/cite><\/p>\n<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tAnd the Scene gave back equal energy, with its anything-goes jam sessions that could feature people like Hendrix, Morrison, and Janis Joplin rolling around in a fight \u2014 \u201cThe three of them were in a tangle of broken glass, dust, and guitars,\u201d recalled Danny Fields, former manager of the Ramones, in 2012. \u201cThe bodyguards had to send them home, each in their own limousine.\u201d Or the most notorious night at the Scene, when a drunk Morrison pretended to give Hendrix a blow job onstage, moaning all the while into the microphone.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tThe good times continued to roll. But there was an expiration date, even if Paul couldn\u2019t quite predict when it would arrive.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tEven after identification gave back her name, the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com\/t\/mystery\/\" id=\"auto-tag_mystery\" data-tag=\"mystery\">mystery<\/a> of who killed Patricia McGlone is still a bone case, because like skeletal remains, the facts hardly add up to a complete picture of who she was and how she lived.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tThe lack of known information about her seems almost intentional. But Patricia\u2019s life also reflects an earlier time when transience was easy, when digital records were almost nonexistent \u2014 no smartphones, no internet, no established local youth shelters, no national runaway hotline \u2014 and when more-troubled lives could be shed with the ease of a butterfly emerging from a cocoon.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\t\u201cA kid could disappear into these subcultures,\u201d says Karen Staller, author of <em><a href=\"https:\/\/www.google.com\/books\/edition\/Runaways\/xmZHAAAAMAAJ?hl=en\" rel=\"nofollow noopener\" target=\"_blank\">Runaways: How the Sixties Counterculture Shaped Today\u2019s Practices and Policies.<\/a><\/em> \u201cIf a young person doesn\u2019t drop a dime in a payphone and call home, there\u2019s no tracking of that kid.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tPatricia\u2019s parents were married, except they weren\u2019t. A Virginia certificate confirms the June 23, 1952, union of long-haul trucker Bernard McGlone and his much-younger wife Patricia Gilligan. Bernard said he was 45; he was 50. Pat\u2019s age is listed at 21; she was actually 20. The bigger problem was that Bernard was already married with children \u2014 twice.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tThe father of two sons from a first marriage that ended in 1935, Bernard met Helen Zatorski in the early 1940s. They were married near Niagara Falls in 1943, then returned to Brooklyn, where Bernard Joseph Jr. was born in August 1946. Itinerancy was an asset in his job: How easy was it to start a third family? So easy that Helen and the younger Bernard had no inkling for years. Not of the bigamy, nor of baby Patricia, born on April 20, 1953, in Brooklyn, and baptized at St. Patrick\u2019s Church in Bay Ridge three months later.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tBernard Sr. \u2014 and yes, with so many repeated names, it gets confusing \u2014 somehow kept his dual families separate. That apparently changed around 1957, when he left Helen and his namesake son, now 11, for his other family, though he \u201ckept in touch,\u201d according to a private timeline of his life that Bernard Jr. would write decades later, titled \u201cSad But True.\u201d A year later, Helen was diagnosed with breast cancer; she died in 1960 at age 46.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tBernard Jr. was 14. He had nowhere else to go, so he moved in with his father, stepmother, and half sister Patricia in Sunset Park, Brooklyn. There\u2019s little doubt that Bernard Sr. was away a lot. Perhaps he had abandoned this blended family, too. Whatever the case, he died in June 1963, officially 53 but really 61. He left both of his younger children a little more than $1,700 \u2014 about $17,000 today \u2014 to be doled out piecemeal through Pat, until they turned 21, after which each could access the cash in full.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tThat\u2019s when things grow murkier. And for Patricia, much bleaker.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tPatricia was 10 when her father died. School records confirm she\u2019d faithfully attended P.S. 94 from first through fourth grades, but switched to Catholic school in the fall of 1963. She attended Our Lady of Perpetual Help Academy through early 1966, and was confirmed at the basilica around the corner that March. But by the fall, Patricia was repeating sixth grade at St. Michael\u2019s, her attendance growing more sporadic.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tPatricia never appeared by name in any of her school yearbooks, conveniently absent whenever it was time for picture day.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tShe\u2019d also become truant. She switched schools one last time at the end of 1968, attending P.S. 136 for a mere eight days before dropping out for good. Her mother later said the girl had become \u201can addict.\u201d Whatever crowd teenage Patricia had fallen in with wasn\u2019t good. But it also seems her mother, Pat, knew a lot more than she let on.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tAfter Bernard Sr. died, Pat spent the last few years of her life, until her untimely death in 1972, at age 40, with another married man, George Layburn. She told family members she had remarried and that Layburn was her husband. (He stayed married to his legal wife until her death in 1996; Layburn would follow suit three years later.)<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tIn his timeline, Patricia\u2019s half brother wrote that his stepmother and her live-in boyfriend were \u201cvery bad people\u201d; he didn\u2019t elaborate. By the mid-1960s, Bernard had already experienced significant calamity. He dropped out of high school, lying about his age to get a job. A month before his actual 18th birthday, an accident at work led to the loss of a thumb and part of a forefinger. His weight ballooned to 305 pounds, though a year and change working at a Berkshires dairy farm in Massachusetts shed the weight in half.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tBy the fall of 1969, Bernard, then in his early twenties, was living in Jersey City, New Jersey. He\u2019d been hired as a bookkeeper for First National Stores in nearby Kearny. He used a different name, Leonard Diamond, and also falsified his credentials, claiming a degree he didn\u2019t have from Ithaca College. (Diamond, whose identity he stole, however, did.)<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tOver the next eight months, according to legal records and <em>The Jersey Journal,<\/em> Bernard allegedly skimmed more than $62,000 (roughly $502,000 today) from his employer before skipping town. Bernard was arrested on July 11, 1970. (The case was later dismissed, though civil suits allowed the company to recover some of the stolen money.) He would later claim his arrest came about because of his \u201cstepparents\u2019 schemes,\u201d but it\u2019s unclear what he meant.<\/p>\n<div class=\"post-content-image \/\/  \">\n<figure class=\"o-figure   size-large alignnone lrv-u-max-width-100p\" style=\"width:1024px\">\n<div class=\"c-lazy-image  lrv-u-border-a-2\">\n<div class=\"lrv-a-crop-16x9\" style=\"padding-bottom:calc((683\/1024)*100%);\">\n<p>\t\t\t\t\t\t<img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"c-lazy-image__img lrv-u-background-color-grey-lightest lrv-u-width-100p lrv-u-display-block lrv-u-height-auto\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/11\/Bernard-McGlone-Joseph-Shemanski-undated-1980s-photo-1.jpg?w=1024\" alt=\"\" srcset=\"\" data-lazy-sizes=\"\" height=\"683\" width=\"1024\" decoding=\"async\"\/><\/p><\/div>\n<\/p><\/div><figcaption class=\"c-figcaption  lrv-u-flex lrv-u-flex-direction-column lrv-u-align-items-center\">\n<p>\t\t\t\t\t<span class=\"u-border-color-black u-border-lr-2 lrv-u-padding-tb-025 lrv-u-padding-lr-075 lrv-u-border-b-2 lrv-u-width-100p lrv-u-text-align-center a-font-basic-secondary-s\">Police are eager to know the whereabouts Bernard McGlone Jr., Patricia\u2019s older half-brother, at the time of her disappearance. <\/span><\/p>\n<p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<cite class=\"lrv-u-text-transform-uppercase lrv-a-font-body-xs lrv-u-margin-t-050 lrv-u-text-align-center\">Courtesy of the family<\/cite><\/p>\n<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tBernard left town and changed his name again, cribbing it from a cousin who died in 1973. He bought a bachelor\u2019s degree in engineering from a known diploma mill. He moved around the country, getting jobs in Michigan, Missouri, and Kansas, marrying a single mother he met through a classified ad.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tThough Bernard came clean to his family about some parts of his life before his death in 2012, he never mentioned having a half sister \u2014 nor did he reveal his birth name.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tShortly before her stepson\u2019s arrest, Pat was interviewed by an insurance investigator, and she mentioned she hadn\u2019t seen or heard from her daughter since 1969, around the time of the girl\u2019s marriage. Which makes what happened next stand out: On May 15, 1971, Pat made one last plea for Patricia\u2019s money. The girl was 18, Pat wrote in her application to the Surrogate\u2019s Court in Brooklyn, her Social Security payments were set to stop, and she needed this to survive. Patricia\u2019s signature didn\u2019t match her handwriting. It looked an awful lot like her mother\u2019s, though.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tThe last days of the Scene weren\u2019t much fun for Steve Paul. The vibes had soured. Young mooks from Brooklyn were trying to start trouble, demanding protection money. As the Velvet Underground\u2019s Sterling Morrison recalled in a 1970 interview, \u201cThe liquor laws work in such a way that if you have a trouble spot your liquor license can be revoked. So, organized crime comes in and says, \u2018I want a piece of the action,\u2019 and they say, \u2018No, you can\u2019t have it.\u2019 So they just start these giant fights there. And the clubs lose their license.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tPaul didn\u2019t want to deal with these guys anymore, one of whom, improbably, became a star in his own right.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tIn the late 1960s, everybody called him Junior. <a href=\"https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com\/tv-movies\/tv-movie-news\/tony-sirico-dead-sopranos-obituary-1380241\/\">Genaro Anthony \u201cTony\u201d Sirico Jr. <\/a>\u2014 the actor who played Paulie Walnuts on <em>The Sopranos<\/em> \u2014 attracted trouble in his youth, but things really didn\u2019t get out of hand until after he married and had children. A few years into his marriage, he would say in later interviews, he met another girl for whom he was ready and eager to ruin his life. He started committing petty crimes and moving in a tougher crowd to curry her favor.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tWhatever the case, Sirico was knee-deep in organized crime by his late twenties, though according to his younger brother, Robert, a Grand Rapids, Michigan-based priest, Sirico was never a made man. Robberies and shakedowns were his thing, usually in the company of neighborhood pals. (\u201cHe was a knife guy, not a gun guy,\u201d according to former drug smuggler Jon Roberts, who gained fame thanks to the documentary <em>Cocaine Cowboys.<\/em>) By the summer of 1969, Sirico had made a regular art of forcing his way into nightclubs, refusing to pay for admission or drinks, and threatening the owners with guns or baseball bats if asked to leave. On at least one occasion, he threw a bouncer out a window to make his point. \u201cI\u2019m Junior Sirico,\u201d he\u2019d say, \u201cyou better learn how to give me the respect I deserve.\u201d (Sirico died in 2022.)<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tPaul had known the party couldn\u2019t last forever. He\u2019d predicted it in 1967 to <em>Hullaballoo,<\/em> when the Scene was starting its second act: \u201cThis time, we\u2019ll try and make it last. But it won\u2019t. Nothing great lasts all the time.\u201d<\/p>\n<div class=\"post-content-image \/\/  \">\n<figure class=\"o-figure   size-large alignnone lrv-u-max-width-100p\" style=\"width:1024px\">\n<div class=\"c-lazy-image  lrv-u-border-a-2\">\n<div class=\"lrv-a-crop-16x9\" style=\"padding-bottom:calc((683\/1024)*100%);\">\n<p>\t\t\t\t\t\t<img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"c-lazy-image__img lrv-u-background-color-grey-lightest lrv-u-width-100p lrv-u-display-block lrv-u-height-auto\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/11\/DSC00449.jpg?w=1024\" alt=\"\" srcset=\"\" data-lazy-sizes=\"\" height=\"683\" width=\"1024\" decoding=\"async\"\/><\/p><\/div>\n<\/p><\/div><figcaption class=\"c-figcaption  lrv-u-flex lrv-u-flex-direction-column lrv-u-align-items-center\">\n<p>\t\t\t\t\t<span class=\"u-border-color-black u-border-lr-2 lrv-u-padding-tb-025 lrv-u-padding-lr-075 lrv-u-border-b-2 lrv-u-width-100p lrv-u-text-align-center a-font-basic-secondary-s\">Linda Doyle, the NYPD forensic genealogist who cracked Patricia\u2019s case. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tTwo years later, Sirico was breathing down his neck. Paul wouldn\u2019t capitulate. He\u2019d rather close down the Scene than hand it over to the Mob. After it closed around August 1969, Paul fled to Greenwich, Connecticut, where he owned a home, and hid out there for a few years. He had plenty to do otherwise, pivoting to manage the careers of people like Johnny Winter, the albino blues guitarist whose write-up in <em>Rolling Stone<\/em> had wowed Paul so much he\u2019d flown down to Texas, signed Winter as his first client, and flown back to New York to start cajoling labels to take Winter on. (Clive Davis would do so for Columbia Records, in what was then the most lucrative contract in rock music.)<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tBy 1973, Paul owned a record label, Blue Sky Records, signing David Johansen and Muddy Waters, among others. He produced cabaret shows and haunted art galleries looking for new talent. He settled into a relationship with the artist Robert Kitchen, one that curdled a few years before Kitchen\u2019s death in 2009 and Paul\u2019s in 2012, at 71 years old.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tIf Paul knew anything about a teenage girl buried in the basement of his former club, he never shared the information with anyone I spoke with. Not Susan Blond, the longtime music publicist (and former Andy Warhol disciple) who met Paul at Max\u2019s Kansas City and called him one of her \u201cthree best friends.\u201d Not Tariq Abdus-Sabur, whom Paul befriended late in life and hired to run his last venture, the arts and culture website downtowntv.com.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tAnd if Sirico knew anything, he didn\u2019t share it with those closest to him. He\u2019d been convicted in 1971 for felony weapons possession after being caught shaking down a different nightclub, serving 20 months in prison. When he got out, he caught the acting bug and moved to L.A. (According to Abdus-Sabur, Paul was \u201cshocked when he actually saw [Sirico] on <em>The Sopranos.<\/em>\u201d)<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tMany years later, Robert Sirico remembered discussing a later <a href=\"https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com\/t\/murder\/\" id=\"auto-tag_murder\" data-tag=\"murder\">murder<\/a> case in which his older brother was a person of interest (\u201cHe was very dismissive \u2014 \u2018They\u2019re just doing it because I\u2019m famous now\u2019\u201d), but nothing about a girl. Robert could see his older brother being \u201cvery violent in a confrontation with a man if there was some kind of insult or threat. I don\u2019t see him plotting the murder of a girl.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tIn December 1968, Patricia McGlone switched schools for the final time. A record indicates she left St. Michael\u2019s because of a \u201cmedical event.\u201d Patricia dropped out in May 1969. Like for so many girls, then and now, the cause was a pregnancy.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tThe school records that listed her dropout date also indicated that she was about to marry a 32-year-old man named Donald Grant, the unborn child\u2019s presumed father.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tThose records were true, to a degree. A wedding ceremony took place on May 7, 1969, at the Church of All Nations on Second Avenue in Manhattan. Patricia\u2019s mother was one of the witnesses \u2014 and according to her, the baby was born around August 1969.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tBut there was almost nothing true about Donald Grant. His name was fake. His birthdate was fake. The names of his parents, listed on the marriage certificate? There was no James Edward Grant or Carrie Elizabeth Johnson with a son named Donald born in Pittsburgh.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tThere was, however, a Donald Grant born on Feb. 28, 1937 \u2014 a day after Patricia\u2019s mystery husband \u2014 who died in infancy in Ohio, not far from Pittsburgh. It\u2019s harder to do now, but stealing a dead person\u2019s identity and making it your own was a common trick for those looking to shed their names for all sorts of reasons \u2014 especially criminal ones.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tOne detail on the marriage certificate, however, could be verified. Grant listed his address at the time as 301 W. 46th St. A telephone directory from 1969 also listed a Donald Grant at this address. He wasn\u2019t listed there the year before, or the year after. Grant also noted his occupation as \u201cmusician,\u201d which was an interesting choice for someone who lived in the very same building as the Scene in its last year and who would vanish from the public record after the club closed. Burying a body in the wake of the club\u2019s closure would be ample reason to flee as soon as possible.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tNeedless to say, the NYPD is very interested in learning more information about Donald Grant, and hearing from anyone who knows him. Grant \u2014 whoever he might be \u2014 is a person of interest in Patricia\u2019s death. \u201cWith any homicide, you always look to the person closest, right? And especially if it\u2019s a domestic,\u201d Detective Glas tells me. \u201cIt\u2019s unfortunate that it\u2019s such a common name.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tThey also want to know more about Bernard McGlone Jr.\u2019s whereabouts around the time, what with his penchant for fraud schemes and shifting backstories. Glas says Bernard hadn\u2019t been ruled out as a person of interest, either. And the NYPD certainly wants to know more about the whereabouts of Patricia\u2019s baby, whom they believe was given up for adoption right before her murder. But they can\u2019t discount more morbid possibilities for what happened to the child.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\tGlas acknowledges that the case is \u201ca puzzle,\u201d one with so many pieces that don\u2019t quite fit together yet to form a cohesive whole. But if that DNA profile from an unknown white male produces a possible match, more information emerges about Patricia\u2019s child, and someone \u2014 anyone \u2014 comes forward with information about the girl so long known as Midtown Jane Doe, then the pieces can add up to a more realized portrait of Patricia McGlone, and why she ended up murdered and buried in the basement of the Scene.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-line-height-copy  lrv-a-font-body-l   \">\n\t\u201cI just want someone to acknowledge her existence other than us,\u201d says Doyle, the NYPD genealogist. \u201cIt breaks my heart that she could go through her short life and be erased. 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