John Martorano showed no emotion Monday as he casually described shooting and stabbing people, sometimes the wrong ones, including a couple of teenagers huddled in a car during a blizzard, then cleaning up the blood and dumping bodies in the trunks of abandoned cars.
“I went in and shot him . . . in the heart,” said Martorano, recounting how he donned a white meat cutter’s coat, yellow construction hat, and fake beard to ambush one victim in a crowded Medford coffee shop in 1973.